Showing posts with label fabio testi. Show all posts
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Saturday, 13 December 2025

Sudder Saturday: Reflection In A Dead Diamond (2025)

I have somehow seen every film made by Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani, despite never being won over by them. Some individual moments have worked, but I have generally disliked their work. And I didn't like this feature either. In a surprise turn of events, however, I kind of loved it. 

The story revolves around the memories and confusion of a retired spy, John D. (played in old age by Fabio Testi, played in his younger years by Yannick Renier). That's all you need to know. In fact, when I read the online summary that says "a retired spy suspects his former adversaries have resurfaced when his intriguing neighbor vanishes" I have to admit that I still couldn't quite piece everything together.

Like other films from Cattet and Forzani, this is an experience built on homage and the fetishization of certain aspects (you always get to hear some leather creaking in their movies, heat and breathing often feature heavily, and the violence is stylised and often disturbingly sexually-charged). Unlike their other films, this one is easier to become immersed in. It managed to become a stunning work of art, both emulating and also becoming what is so beloved within the heart of it all.

Maybe my enjoyment here was due to being more easily able to spot the main reference points (equal parts Bond and a certain celebrated Mario Bava title). I have always know the playgrounds that Cattet and Forzani were enjoying, but I would argue that previous features were less interesting because the experimental nature of their film-making seemed to supersede the sheer entertainment factor. This does an equally good job with both sides of that balancing act.

It helps that both Testi and Renier are believably suave and capable in their roles. Maria de Medeiros may be the only other familiar face for many (she certainly was for me), but the best supporting turns come from both Thi Mai Nguyen and Céline Camara, both being superb contenders for some award that can be given to "Bond girls who weren't actually Bond girls." Once again, the film-makers use their cast as minor pieces in a game that is all about style and design, but they've helped themselves immensely by casting people who can help to keep viewers engaged as we jump around from one bit of visual gorgeousness to the next.

Imagine if James Bond was elderly and damaged from his many years on the job. What would he think of those around him, and how easily could he keep his memories in order? Would the past continue to invade the present, and how much of it would be his actual past, compared to the many legends to have been spun around his career highlights? I think the end result would be a man very much like the central character presented here, which is why I loved this. It's a Bond who may still be capable, but is weighed down by the baggage of regrets, loss, loneliness, and his own deterioration. Someone who once thought that diamonds were forever, but now sees snippets of memories, real and false, refracted through the titular dead precious gemstone.

9/10

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Friday, 29 July 2022

The Heroin Busters (1977)

I am not going to start this review by giving a full description of poliziotteschi movies, aka Eurocrime flicks from a certain “golden age” of Italian exploitation cinema, but that’s mainly because I have waited far too long to fully explore the movies myself. I have seen two others, I think, and the very enjoyable documentary that celebrates them, but it has long been a blind spot in my cinema knowledge. Once again, there are only so many hours in each day, it can be tough to fit in viewings of everything you want to see. Especially when you want to see everything.

Here are a few things I expected though, and The Heroin Busters delivered. I wanted tough cops who would damn the rule book to hell while pursuing bad guys. I wanted some moments that felt enjoyably random, most probably featuring sex or violence. I wanted stuntwork that puts actors in the kind of peril that would never be covered by insurance in any mainstream movie. And I wanted a ruggedly handsome lead who could be an angel or a bastard, depending on what approach he thought might get the best results. 

In an attempt to get to the top of the drug dealer tree and shake some very bad apples into prison, one determined cop (played by David Hemmings) ends up working an operation that has an undercover agent (Fabio Testi) convincingly portraying someone who wants to start moving up the criminal food chain. That’s all you need to know, and that is all groundwork being laid for a third act that is essentially a 20/30-minute chase sequence.

I have seen other films from director Enzo G. Castellari, who also wrote the script with Massimo De Rita, but nothing in this vein, and I am pleased I made time for this one in my recent viewing schedule. It is exactly what I wanted it to be, and builds from a fairly steady and normal opening act towards a finale stuffed full of great moments, with the stuntwork planned around various locations and vehicles.

Hemmings is gruff and determined, seemingly enjoying himself in a role that gives him less screentime without diminishing his presence, and Testi emanates the kind of cool charisma that assures you of his star status from his earliest scenes. He’s superb in the main role, and ends up involved in some entertainingly danger-filled moments (and I don’t just mean his character, he was definitely asked to take some risks for some of the key sequences). Joshua Sinclair is a fun villain, but there are also a few other supporting players who are very effective when it comes to filling out the “rogue’s gallery” of addicts, henchmen, and drug dealers.

Music from Goblin is another plus, although whether they even bothered about matching the audio to the visuals is something I wouldn’t like to bet money on, and you also have the usual selection of fashions and cool affectations from 1970s Italy, which helps to keep things entertaining throughout the relatively slow first half of the film.

I am just going to assume that this isn’t the best film of this kind, mainly because of the time it takes to get to the most rewarding scenes, but you could do a hell of a lot worse if, like me, you are just starting to dip your toes into those poliziotteschi waters. I had a blast with it, and I already want to give it a rewatch.

8/10

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