Mama, just killed a man... Mafia Junction (1973), Stephanie Beacham and Verna Harvey Part II

 

“…a competently, impersonally handled thriller fantasy… mere competence can do little to unify this kind of mongrel co-production, or to pump much life into its derivative synthetics".

Monthly Film Bulletin

Back in the day they called these films “Euro-puddings” with the negative connotations such a sloppy mix might suggest yet, was this particular Anglo-Italian film really as derivatively synthetic as suggested above? There’s certainly no lack of budget as the film was shot in Safa Palatino in Rome and on location in London, Beirut and Baalbek, and there’s some fab interiors including an ultra modern high class escort service with a video art installation off-setting the inherent sleaze of the oldest profession.

Any film with this many titles has to cause concern though: the Italian title, Si può essere più bastardi dell'ispettore Cliff? - 'Can anyone be more of a bastard than Inspector Cliff?' – is without doubt the most descriptive whilst it was also known as Super Bitch (look, is it Cliff’s fault or not?!), Blue Movie Blackmail in the UK and in the U.S. as Mafia Junction. There is indeed some blue-movie blackmail but I don’t get the Mafia travel hub connection?

Ivan Rassimov

Directed by Massimo Dallamano, the film is certainly Italian giallo/poliziottesco in style but the contribution of Stephanie Beacham as Joann, an escort with a heart and, especially, Patricia Hayes as the improbable mafia matriarch Mamma the Turk, oh yes!, does ground the film in the London locations. Lovely Verna Harvey, previously in The Nightcallers with Beacham, as a psychotic young teen, plays a slightly older and less murderous teen as Eva, Mama’s daughter.

In the version I saw, the Italian cast are dubbed and this always presents difficulties even if you can’t lip-read. Ivan Rassimov as the titular “bastard” Inspector Cliff Hoyst, is handsome and roguish in a Clint Eastwood’s evil half-brother sort of way and we’re not quite sure whose side he’s really on throughout. There’s a Giallo looseness that doesn’t quite fit with the more disciplined narratives of British films of this style but it’s not entirely without merit.

Stephanie Beacham and Giacomo Rossi-Stuart

Cliff has been causing trouble in Italy, interfering with the planned expansion of Big Mamma and he follows her to London where she intends to broaden distribution for her drug empire. He rocks up at a high-class escort service run by Marco (the instantly recognisable Giacomo Rossi-Stuart) whose right-hand woman is Joann, who has history with Cliff or and is inevitably keen on reconnecting.

But there is work to do and the operation is soon shown entertaining an American Ambassador (Cec Linder) with Joann – he’s dressed as a rabbit, eating carrots from her hand, and then a naked young man enters immediately drawing his attention away from her; clearly, they knew their man. All of this is caught on camera and the unfortunate envoy has no option but to do as he is told and purchase an overpriced antique at auction that contains drugs… At this point we’re searching for sympathetic characters and you have to feel sorry for the guy. Cliff may well be working for some higher agency but his day-to-day activities are steeped in sleaze. Will there be honour among thieves, blackmailers and those living off immoral earnings, even if they do have interesting video sculptures?

A nasty surprise for Mamma's boys...

Things turn ultra-violent once Mama despatches her main man, Gamble (Luciano Catenacci) to mess up Marco’s action and open the London market for her. Gamble’s men take over the office and look too mean to be true until Cliff completely out manoeuvres them at their country hide-out on a bloody scale that has to be seen to be believed. This is par for the course for this genre but still almost cartoonishly violent.

Talking of cartoon, there are lavish sex scenes involving Beacham especially… this film is a primal feast on so many levels – and clearly the actress was not as “shy” as Michael Winner had felt on The Nightcomers. The overall affect is to leave the viewer slightly punch drunk especially with the amount of double-crossing Cliff undertakes.

Mamma's singing gang of merry murderers

And then we have a singing bad guy, a member of Mamma’s gand who serenades the crew as they whizz around London seeking vengeance and the deal that’s due. I would guess that I’m missing the humour in translation, but when they kick one of Marco’s male escorts to bits down a side street it’s hardly time for Cat Stevens less talented cousin especially when they run over the unconscious man just to make sure. Violence and a twist of humour, it’s hardly A Clockwork Orange.

Mama kidnaps Joann and in calculated retaliation, Cliff takes her daughter Eva (Hervey) who is soon minus some clothes herself as Cliff uses her as a bargaining chip… all that remains to be seen is how much of a bastard Cliff actually is and the closing segment is a breathless combination of all that has gone before.

Verna Harvey

Dusty Verdict: Whatever you call it, this film is entertaining in a way that doesn’t demand too much attention even though the plot is complicated it’s also almost superfluous in terms of the main characters. It’s got a fab score from Riz Ortolani and gets the job done even as it leaves you feeling slightly empty; one for the heart and not the head, but ultimately rather immoral. As Alfred Hitchcock said during the silent era, he wanted to make voyeurs of us all and the cinema of voyeurism has always flourished.

Filmed in the Lebanon, London and New York, the film features good action scenes and moves along at a furious pace delivering its amoral mayhem; it’s well shot and directed by Dallamano who is noted for the giallo classic What Have You Done to Solange? and the swinging sexploitational  Venus in Furs (not the Jess Franco one and otherwise known as Devil in the Flesh) (1969) which I believe may make the sex scenes in this film look a little tame. He was also cinematographer on For a Few Dollars and many more… an undeniably interesting filmmaker.

Stephanie offers Cec Linder a carrot.

Stephanie Beacham is excellent as usual, she always makes the watcher aware of their interest with characterisations always full of nuanced realities even in the midst of outlandish plots. As for Ivan Rassimov he’s just too good as the anti-hero; entirely believable but I bet he liked animals and supported donkey sanctuaries in real life.

There’s a neat cameo from Gareth Thomas as a trenchcoated detective sent to track Cliff who easily spots him… and there we have perhaps the film’s most sympathetic character; someone who simply isn’t bad or competent enough to fit into anyone’s schemes. He walks away unscathed after Cliff’s warning and feels very much like a member of the audience being set straight on the film’s content; don’t watch if you’re squeamish about rabbit fetishists, inappropriate carrot eating, shootings, and nudity-with-rough-handling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Thora met Marlon… The Nightcomers (1971), Stephanie Beacham and Verna Harvey Part I

Creative combinations you never expected, Michael Winner and Marlon Brando, Marlon Brando with Thora Hird… This was indeed the last film Brando made before the career reviving and legend cementing Godfather and, whilst it was not a commercial success, we can now view it as the actor in his peak, knocking off a film for the still striving Winner and presenting as the kind of enigmatic free-spirit who could lead the children to behave in the way they did in Henry James' 1898 novella The Turn of the Screw, which had already been adapted into the 1961 film The Innocents. The idea of a prequel to that story and film is an odd one and so is this film with a sickly feeling of dread permeating throughout and embodied so well by the children; young Christopher Ellis as Miles and the 19-year-old Verna Harvey as Flora.

Harvey had to be older as she had to take on more of the perversity descending on the children’s normality although I’d check to see if Master Ellis was un-touched by some of the tying up, he was asked to do… there’s a case study there.

Marlon conducts his performance in a mumbled Irish accent that seems to be making its way slowly from South Dublin to Cork via Galway, dragged by a donkey and lubricated with Jameson’s.  Marlon O’Brando is nonetheless convincing and carries so much indistinct yet heavy presence that we can well believe in his corrupting influence not just on the children but also their teacher/governess Miss Jessel as played by Stephanie Beacham, who Winner claimed was slightly nervous about her more adult scenes although not so much that you’d notice with her 1973 Italian film Mafia Junction, about which more anon.

Thora Hird

If this film is a masterclass for anyone then it’s surely Lancashire great Thora Hird, who is more than a match for Brando and anyone else who is sent against her. Flora and Miles’ parents have both died on their travels and left their children in the hands of a guardian (Harry Andrews) who has rather more important things to do and therefore entrusts them to the care of housekeeper Mrs. Grose. He decides not to let the mostly redundant former valet, Peter Quint (Brando), who he tells to attend to the vast garden and assist Mrs Grose as required in the house.

Quint is a queer one with a troubled upbringing of his own with a nare-do-well father who abandoned him and an outlook on life that respects little of the boundaries of formality and lets his earthy animal heart seek what is so wilt. Mrs Grose trusts him not but he’s more interested in Miss Jessel’s physical charms and the children who listen so intently to his stories. Is he “evil” though or just a man who finds it hard to love without sado-masochistic stimuli and who is anti-authoritarian but still fascinated in the word whether it be childish cruelties like blowing frogs up with cigarette or larking around in the grounds with his two young pals.

Verna Harvey, Marlon Brando and Christopher Ellis

The children are an important part of their own subsequent story and whilst they take everything Quint tells them to heart, they are also more than willing to take his ideas to logical conclusions even as they lack the maturity to properly assess his moral ambiguities. Flora and Miles are also masters of the house even if they are not yet of majority and everyone around them here is their subordinate especially with their new father figure absent… It’s open to interpretation but I think Winner should have put in a second prequel to explain the children’s openness to turn so wild but perhaps all we need to see is here… parents who were absent, a guardian who got away as quickly as he could and an exceptionalism unbridled.

Quint leads them astray but mostly it’s harmless until they start spying on his sexual liaisons with their teacher. Following his soapy sexual success in Paris, Brando has no problem putting Stephanie Beacham in some sadistic sexual positions which are more uncomfortable to watch than erotic. How much of this is scripted is anyone’s guess but he definitely assumes the dominant role and grabs hold of whatever he feels in their first session. The next time Quint ties up his lover and proceeds from there. Consenting adults and all that but young Miles has been spying on this and starts to get ideas.

He tries to play out these love rituals with his sister, the two of them having no real idea of the missing elements and the feelings involved. They are interrupted by Mrs Grose who bans Quint from the house and threatens to write to the master.

Stephanie Beacham

The children’s capacity for cruelty is demonstrated when they invite the housekeeper out to the tree house they have built with Quint and then pull the ladder away so she’s trapped there for long hours. They only bring her back when Miss Jessel gets hurt and needs medical aid, persuading Mrs Grose to finally get rid of Quint.

But in trying to help Quint and Jessel find true love, as they have heard him describe it, the children may be doing more harm than good… are they the ones who really need help in the end?

Dusty Verdict: The film stands on its own unsettling two feet in the end despite Michael Hastings’ attempt to reverse engineer an “origin” story based the beginning of the Turn of the Screw, plotted backwards. Does that story need an origin and one this vague? The story of the children seems to have already begun before the twisted imagination of Quint connects how they react to that surely says all you need to know about how they had already been brutalised by their parents and their class circumstance… the true horror lies in how ordinary that may have been.

Angles were calculated to hide Brando's girth and Stephanie was the distraction...

Brando’s accent is a distraction but he does deliver a fascinating and feral performance. Winner’s account of the filming vary but it does seem that Marlon was quite pleased with the end result. Sadly, the public didn’t agree and he was soon on top of his game with the Godfather and everything that came afterwards. Sometimes it’s enough to see a man of his capabilities in a simpler role to appreciate his gift more fully. I’m pretty sure Thora would have been impressed and even more certain that the feeling would have been reciprocated.

On the last day of filming Brando commented to Winner that Verna Hervey “she’s got a very nice ass, I wish I’d noticed it earlier.” We presume that she escaped his attention even as Stephanie Beacham probably did but Brando, despite staying in a rented cottage with his girlfriend of the time, still had frequent visitors… a man of great appetite and not just for food. Brando stayed pals with Winner after filming and perhaps the two shared the same “philosophy” as well as exuberance/dominating instinct... complex men and sometimes it’s uncomfortable to watch their work.

 

Don’t go down to the woods today… Assault (1971), Network Blu-ray

 

Now, here’s a thing, I had no idea that the composer Eric Rogers was no relation to Peter Rogers despite their working together dozens of times mostly on Carry on films, all but two had Eric’s scoring. Born in Halifax, Eric’s real name was Eric Gaukroger although he later hyphenated his surname to Gauk-Roger. As with Peter though, Eric diversified and this thriller was one of a number of a number of more “adult” crime thrillers they worked on including Vengeance (1971) and the excellent All Coppers Are (1972), also available on Network Blu-ray and also directed by Sidney Hayers.

I've started off with the Rogers as I’m always slightly surprised to find them away from comedy and especially Eric as clearly, he’s more evident in the films than the Producer. His score here very effectively contributes to the brooding menace and the sense of threat that powers the narrative. In terms of visual subtlety, Hayers is more efficient than inventive but it still works as an unsettling watch albeit one reliant on the male gaze and sexualised threat to femininity. Is it exploitation, probably but it’s well acted and sincere entertainment of its time…

We start off at a posh all-girls school as an array of period cars arrives to collect the slightly mature looking young women. If you like classic British motors, then you will not be disappointed with the films deployment of Morris, Triumph and Jaguar cars; art-teacher Julie West (the divine Suzy Kendall) drives a Morris Minor estate, Det. Chief Supt. Velyan (Frank Finlay) has a Morse-type Jaguar and Freddie Jones’ nasty reporter has a sporty model I’m yet to identify, possibly and MGA Coupe? That plus all of the Morris Minor Panda cars…

Shouldn't you be studying for your A-levels Lesley-Anne?

But the real story starts with one of the girls, Tessa Hurst (a 17-year old Lesley-Anne Down in her first starring role) taking a short-cut home through the woods which leads to her being viciously assaulted under the shadow of an electric power station, it’s unsettling to watch, a bit too voyeuristic for me, but thankfully not overplayed. The result leaves Tessa catatonic with shock and unable to talk as she’s taken in to care at a mental hospital by Doctor Greg Lomax (James Laurenson) who along with specialist Mr. Bartell (Anthony Ainley, famously The Master in Doctor Who after Roger Delgado).

The police launch an investigation under the command of Chief Super Velyan and Det. Sgt. Beale (James Cosmo, evergreen as he is and still performing!) and from this point on we will be introduced to a series of characters who are all a bit suspicious to some extent, the game of cat and red herring is afoot!

Obviously, it’s not going to be the lovely Julie who is as down with the kids as anyone in this rather odd school. Headmistress Mrs. Sanford (Dilys Hamlett) is so strait-laced it’s rather unlikely that she’s married to Tony Beckley’s creepy Leslie Sanford but that’s the point. Whilst she looks after the girls’ spiritual well-being he keeps an unblinking eye on their more earthy qualities, greedily eying them up in the playground or touching them up in the library (Janet Lynn, definitely over 18 and who played Carol Thatcher – no, not that one - with Robin Askwith in Cool it Carol! the year before).

Under suspicion: Tony Beckley, James Cosmo and Frank Dinlay

Then the situation gets even worse as another girl, Susan Miller (Anabel Littledale, aged 19) ignoring instructions and common sense, takes the same short-cut and this time the crime escalates to murder, with accompanying fleshy details. Julie, driving four other girls home, spots the missing pupil and drives her Morris into the woods, only to arrive just too late as she glimpses the killer, face lit by her red break lights in a demonic glow…

She cannot escape the image she saw nor explain it to the police and is all but laughed from the inquest when she describes her vision. Luckily for her Doctor Greg is on hand to support the very beautiful young woman in her hour of need, he has ulterior motive alright but is there anything more…? Certainly, of ill-intent is reporter Freddie Jones, playing a blinder as the grubby tabloid hack pushing for an angle and any salacious detail right to the point of pestering Julie at home.

The police assign Sgt. Milton (Patrick Jordan) to protect Julie as she paints the image she remembers and, in collusion with the reporter, puts a story in the papers that she can draw the face of the killer she recalls… it’s a very high-risk strategy and one we know will bring her into danger. But who will it be, one of the good guys or one of the obviously bad ones?

James Laurenson and Suzy Kendall

Dusty Verdict: Assault is an entertaining thriller that gets the job done with the aid of some very good performances especially from Frank Findley, who’s always so nuanced he could be one of the suspects… maybe he is, and Suzy Kendall who made a career out of playing female febrility, a Derbyshire Julie Christie!

The set pieces are well executed and the villain is a genuine mystery for long enough… And, apart from the classy, classic cars, there’s some fab cameos including Mr David Essex as the leather-jacketed Man in Chemist Shop looking for help for his girlfriend’s nosebleed. It’s definitely not him…

You can order the Blu-ray direct from Network and at a great price, there’s so much on their website, you’ll probably come away with more than you budgeted for!

 

 

 

Freddie

 

 

The Headmistress' Husband is unsuitable for educational work...

David Essex!

 

The car section...
 

Classic cars...

Really Sidney? Cars and short skirts...

Morris Minor Estate with wooden trim: classic!

Jaguar

Morris Pandas

Is that an MGA Coupe?