Cry Blood, Apache (1970)

Director:

Jack Starrett

Writers:

Sean MacGregor (writer)
Harold Roberts (story)

Release Date:

September 1970 (USA)

Genre:

Western

Tagline:

Revenge... Slow and fatal!

Plot:

Gang of sadistic cowboys let nothing stand in their way in their search for gold.

Plot Keywords:

Revenge | Independent Film

Cast

Jody McCrea	...	Pitcalin
Marie Gahva	...	Jemme (as Marie Gahua)
Dan Kemp	...	Vittorio
Robert Tessier	...	Two Card Charlie
Jack Starrett	...	The Deacon
Don Henley	...	Benji Dawson
Carolyn Stellar	...	Cochalla
Rick Nervick	...	Billy Dawson (as Rik Nervick)
Barbara Sanford	...	Mother
Carroll Kemp	...	Old Indian
Andy Anza	...	Crippled Indian
Joel McCrea	...	Pitcalin as an Older Man
Marcus Rudnick	...	Indian

Runtime:

82 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Iceland:16 | Australia:M | USA:R

Company:

Bronco Films

Quotes:

[first lines]
Unnamed Man: [handing Pitcalin a flintlock rifle] Whatcha doin' with such an old timer, Mr Pitcalin?
Pitcalin as an Older Man: Well, it's an old friend.

Cry Bad Movie!

Even though he only appears in the movie for scant minutes and scarcely says a word, this has to easily qualify as Joel McCrea's worst film. His otherwise notable career is tarnished by his appearance in this dreadful mess (a favor, one has to assume, for his son who produced the disaster.) The story, if one can even call it that, concerns a band of repugnant, annoying, filthy drifters who terrorize and mostly kill off a small family of Indians. They keep one girl alive so that she can show them to a place where gold exists. The audience can tell that Jody McCrea (utterly lacking in any screen charisma) is the "good guy" of the piece because instead of raping, butchering or torturing any of the Indians, he sits on a rock and watches it all. He develops sympathy for the female hostage as the gritty group fights amongst itself on the way to the gold. Two of the actors in the film also directed and assistant directed it. Starrett apparently couldn't say goodbye to all his extended scenes of himself overacting and meandering around meaninglessly. The whole film has a plethora of shots of people walking or riding endlessly. Meanwhile, a lone Indian, who had been away during the slaughter, tracks the group. This tall native has an interesting outfit. He wears a long-sleeved peasant blouse over a very narrow loincloth that shows practically all of his behind. He lurches through the terrain with all the style and grace of say.......a filling station attendant at a Boron gas station in Columbus, Ohio. One hilarious sequence has him careening into a violent river. The film is uncomfortable to watch for various reasons. The opening scenes are sadistic and thoughtlessly cruel. The bulk of it is just amateurish and badly written, shot and directed. The one rather interesting aspect is the choice of revenge that the lone Indian chooses for his enemies. It is only in these various depictions of the payback he gives each of the men that the movie shows any amount of creativity or life. It is also rewarding for the audience since, by the time the Indian catches up to them, these characters have become positively unbearable. Henley, during his final sequence, is so agonizing that one wants to reach through the TV and kill him personally. The music is also abominable in the movie. The whole thing is ludicrous, trashy, cheap, choppy and worst of all boring.