Film Review
Partly as a result of the success of Francis Ford Coppola's
The
Godfather (1972), but also because of a dramatic
recrudescence of real-life Mafia activity, gangster films became very
much in vogue in the 1970s. An astute businessman, Alain Delon
was quick to capitalise on the surge in popularity of the kind of film
in which, he as an actor, appeared most at home. In
Tony Arzenta (also known as
Big Guns,
Les Grands fusils and
No Way Out), Delon returns to the
role he had previously played to chilling effect in Jean-Pierre
Melville's
Le Samouraï (1967), that
of the lone, ruthlessly efficient hitman. The film feels as if it
is intended as a homage to Melville, who died (way before his time)
exactly three weeks before the film's release in France, in August 1973.
To direct the film, Delon turned to one of Italy's best-known genre
directors, Duccio Tessari. The latter had distinguished himself
early in his career with his sword and sandals epic
Arrivano i titani (1962) but lost
his way when he started messing about with spaghetti westerns such as
Una pistola per Ringo (1965).
Doubtless influenced by Coppola's film and similar American offerings,
Tessari took the classic gangster film and gave it a shuddering jolt of
knuckle duster realism, anticipating the far grittier, far more violent
crime films that would emerge later in the decade. At the time,
Tony Arzenta was strongly
criticised for its graphic depiction of violence and was even branded
sadistic, but what it shows would soon become
de rigueur in thrillers on both
sides of the Atlantic. The era of ultraviolence in cinema was
well underway.
For this big-budget Franco-Italian production, Delon assembled an
impressive international cast that includes Richard Conte, Roger Hanin
and Anton Diffring (all scarily convincing), although it's a shame that
the script doesn't do justice to such an august ensemble of acting
talent.
Tony Arzenta
can hardly fail to impress with its set-piece action scenes (including
some of the most spectacular car chases to be found in a European film
of this era), but it's essentially just a complacently cobbled together
compendium of clichés, with formulaic characters behaving
exactly as we expect, and an ending that is so brazenly
unsurprising that it feels like a bad joke.
But who cares if the plot is derivative, recycled hogwash? Delon
is at his cool, enigmatic best and, as an avenging angel hell-bent on
revenge, he has a mesmerising allure. The film is far being
Delon's best, but once he has grabbed your attention, you're hooked -
even if some of what you see (
every
on-screen death comes as a shock) causes your stomach to perform back
somersaults.
Tony Arzenta
is a slick, adrenaline-pumping, gore-splattered rollercoaster - it may make
you sick, it may make you feel disgusted, it may even put you off the
colour red for the rest of your life, but you won't want to get
off. Delon's subsequent collaboration with Tessari,
Zorro (1975),
is laughably tame by comparison. For a far superior example of the Italian
gangster film see Pasquale Squitieri's
I Guappi (1974).
© James Travers 2015
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