cut it out.
Woke up this morning to the sad news that director Ruggero Deodato had died.
Remember meeting him way back in 2009 at a rare big screen showing of his classic drug-fueled actioner Cut And Run so reckoned I'd revisit that (very old) review today.
Godspeed sir!
Cut And Run (Inferno in Diretta, 1985).
Dir: Ruggero Deodato.
Cast: Lisa Blount, Leonard Mann, Carlos de Carvalho, Willie Aames, Richard Lynch, Richard
Bright, Michael Berryman, Eriq La Salle, Karen Black, John Steiner,
Valentina Forte and Gabriele Tinti.
Our story opens with a group of sweaty drug runners (or it could be rogue cake makers?) doing
interesting things with loads of white powder (flour?) on a makeshift pier whilst a fantastically 'wah-wah' Simonetti synth score frugs away on the soundtrack.
The pound shop Miami Vice vibe is soon shattered tho' when this fantastic free market commune comes under attack from genre god Michael Berryman (clad in tiny green pants), what looks like Moby in a sarong and a squad of Beatle wigged natives who within minutes have violently murdered all the drug types and nailed all the ladies present to the floor.
Oh but not before fiddling with and then beheading them obviously.
"Need any scissors sharpening?" |
Meanwhile in sunny Miami, a harsh faced South American woman cradling a crack filled doll has arrived at the airport to be met by two shady foreign types (are there any other sort?) who drive her to a rundown apartment.
Unbeknown to these hoodlums, ace cable news hound Fran (the late, great Lisa Blount who was in everything from Dead And Buried to Prince Of Darkness via An Officer And A Gentleman) and her tight trousered, tussle haired cameraman Mark
(The Humanoid's Leonard Mann who, no doubt does whatever a Leonard can) are hot on their
trail, looking for a scoop on the rising drug problem facing America.
Keeping tabs on the building from afar, our heroic duo soon get bored
waiting for the police to arrive and decide it'd be a good idea to just
wander in and ask the drug dealers for an interview.
Sneaking inside, Fran is just about to knock the door and shout "Oi! drug dealers NO!" whilst Mark waves his camera at them menacingly when she notices a pool of blood on the lino.
Nervously pushing the door open they find the apartment has been ripped
apart, the bodies of the swarthy men are lying in piles of their own intestines, whilst
the stony faced woman is stripped naked, her throat slit and her
frighteningly unkempt bush on show for all to see.
Seriously it's so overgrown it'd cause heart palpitations in the public gallery at Holyrood.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity tho', they record a hard hitting (for
Newsround) report amidst the carnage before Fran rifles thru' the dead woman's purse and legs it back to the studio.
"It's CCCCHHHRRRIIISSSTTTMMMAAASSSS!" |
Intrigued by a photo that the dead, nude woman had on her, Fran heads
over to her informant - the groovy strip club owner and part time pimp
Barry Fargas (future star of ER LaSalle, wearing one of Jon Pertwee's old
suits and by the look of it the one he was buried in) to let him have a wee gander at it.
Being a man with his ear to the ground (and from the way he walks a pole
up his arse) he recognizes not only her bosses missing son Tommy
(Aames, creator of Bibleman) in the pic but also one Colonel Brian Horne
(insectoid like genre stalwart Lynch), Vietnam War veteran, and former
right-hand man to the notorious cultist and fizzy drinks magnate Jim Jones.
Obviously Tommy's parents (doe eyed genre goddess Black and the permanently tearful
Bright, he of all three Godfather movies and The Sopranos fame) are delighted to know their son is still alive (seeing as he told them he was
only popping out to buy some sweets) and eagerly send Fran and Mark off
to the Amazon to find their son and interview the illusive Horne.
"I'm sorry, I have my women's period." |
Whilst all this is happening Tommy is having a fairly bad time of it in the
jungle.
Forced to wear a kiddies Mickey Mouse t-shirt and dodging getting shot (for being white apparently, which is a surprised cos I thought it'd be for having ginger pubes for hair), he spends most of his days getting kicked and pissed on, unlike his only friend Ana (Blastfighter's Forte) who spends all her time being bullied into having 'the sex' with various pock marked Italians.
Just like your Nan during the war.
Being a strong feminist type Ana soon gets bored with all the forced sex, public showering and wipingTommy's tears and figures out a way for them both to escape (and no, it doesn't involve
her hiding Tommy up her ample arse).
You see she plans to sneak aboard a plane that's due to land shortly.
And can you guess whose plane it is?
This is how I felt watching this movie. |
But best laid plans and all that because as soon as Ana and Tommy start
to light the runway fires guess who comes a calling?
Yup it's Berryman
and his pants revealing posse out for justice.
From here on in it's action all the way (well, kinda) as Ana and Tommy
are separated in the attack (by separated I mean Tommy runs away crying)
and Fran and Mark's pilot is killed by a pygmy cosplaying as one of The Beatles.
Phew.
Hiding in a bush for most of the night, Fran and Mark relay a live
report to the news station before exploring the makeshift camp and finding Ana jammed sideways in a
cupboard begging to be taken home.
The duo agree to help her and after collecting a bag of tinned peaches and Vimto for the journey head out into the jungle in the hope of finding a taxi or something.
Tommy, meanwhile, is wandering through the bushes crying and snottering everywhere until he stumbles across his nasty, pube bearded
boss (Sole Nudo's de Carvalho), tied to a couple of trees and being slowly pulled apart whilst
begging Tommy to kill him.
It's obvious that he is not a happy chap.
Instead of helping the poor sod on his way, Tommy stands about with his
face screwed up and watches as his boss is ripped to pieces.
Then he shoots him.
Tommy, as you can tell, is a complete arse.
Don't be like Tommy.
"Aya mah BCG!" |
Back with the cool posse and Mark, Fran and Ana are busy traipsing down river and getting ready to send another report home to Tommy's anxious parents along the lines of "It's
dead hot in the jungle and we think your son went this way due to the
trail of empty Pot Noodle cartons and discarded stiff tissues".
Frustrated at the lack of progress, Tommy's dad (also crying, you can see who he gets it off) decides to go visit Fargas himself, partly for more info on that Horne fellow but mostly to get a lapdance off the fairly hot barmaid.
Which is fair enough I guess.
Nearing the local boating lake (next to the shop selling 'kiss me quick'
hats) Mark and Fran take a well deserved rest whilst Ana wanders off
for a tinkle in the bushes.
Her wee is cut short by Berryman tho' who stabs her violently up the arse and ties the poor girl to a tree before giving chase to our heroes.
Faining mild concern for Ana when she doesn't return the pair just shrug their shoulders before carrying on towards the boats where they find
Tommy hiding under a dirty sheet (yup, you got it) crying.
Dodging balsa wood crocodiles and Tommy's never ending streams of snot the trio
make it onto a boat and head in the direction of a nearby friendly tribe
only to be captured in big butterfly nets by Horne and his team....
"Put it in me!" |
But help is coming in the corduroy clad form of Tommy's dad and a
helicopter full of gun toting soldier types, the question is will they
arrive in time?
They always say start as you mean to go on, and Ruggero Deodato's fantastically violent exploiter does just that.
Drug dealers, sexy sweaty ladies, topless poison dart firing natives and
bad toothed cokernee's getting torn in half, this film has it all, plus
about seven opening sequences and a rocktastic Claudio Simonetti score.
Perfect for a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Playing out like an ultra-violent episode of Miami Vice (on budget that
wouldn't pay for one pair of Don Johnson's deck shoes) drunkenly gene
spliced with liberal helpings of Heart of Darkness and the directors
own Cannibal Holocaust, Cut And Run so wants to be a serious adult crime
drama Ala The French Connection but comes across more like a secondary
school video club version of Apocalypse Now with added breasts.
And frankly it's much better for it.
"Put it in me!" |
From the 'hard bitten' female reporter to the purple hatted pimp via the
Nam vet gone native, every single character is a comic book cliche made
flesh, the ramshackle plot stopping only for even more bloodshed or
needless nudity.
The plot (what there is of it) moves so quickly (only
stopping for a beheading or a quick glimpse of lady parts) that you
happily forget that none of it makes sense and just sit back, switch off
and enjoy.
And the reason it works so well is all down to Deodato's direction, his
jovial personality and sheer entertainer-like persona seeps into every
scene and every performance be it good or bad.
Except, of course where Willie Aames is concerned that is.
Which in it's own perverse way is one of the most enjoyable things about it.
Cinematic gold from a cinematic genius like whom we'll never see the likes of again.
RIP.