Joe Martin, a quiet American, lives a quiet life in the South of France renting boats to tourists. He is happily married to Fabienne and has a twelve-year-old daughter named Michèle. But the quiet man has a past: ten years before, Joe (then Moran) had escaped with four other convicts, among whom the sadistic ex-mercenary Katanga. Seeing the latter brutally kill an M. P., Joe had abandoned his accomplices and left with the car. One night, Captain Ross, Katanga, Whitey and Fausto re-appear.. Written by
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When Fabienne takes ice cubicles out of fridge by one hand and holds the ice "vase" in another we can clearly see that ice amount isn't enough to feel even the half of the "vase". However in the next frame after dropping ice in the sink she walks out of the kitchen with the "vase" overfilled with ice cubicles. See more »
This is a stomach wound; stomach wounds bleed internally.
I know what a stomach wound is!
Do you know how many pints of blood a man has? He has ten pints, and mine's pumpin' out, slowly but steadily, at an estimated rate of four pints per hour. Therefore, in another hour, I will have lost consciousness and finally "check out."
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A couple of years before teaming up for The Valachi Papers, Terence Young directed Charles Bronson in this entirely disposable but rather enjoyable Friday nighter from a novel by Richard Matheson (has any living writer ever had so many novels and short stories filmed?). It's nothing special, but surprisingly entertaining if you're in the right mood, and offers the once-in-a-lifetime casting coup of Liv Ullmann playing Bronson's romantic interest. Yes, that's Ingmar Bergman regular Liv Ullmann in a Charles Bronson film. Just to make the casting even more memorable, you also get a bearded James Mason in a beanie sporting an ahtrayjuss Suvvern axescent as the lead villain of the piece, Jean Topart dubbed by Bond regular Robert Rietty and the inevitable Jill Ireland as an annoying rich hippie chick. It's a simple past-catching-up-with-man-trying-to-make-a-fresh-start plot as Mason and his gang of cashiered army gangsters try to force him into ferrying them to a drug drop by threatening his family only for him to turn the tables, but it's made with brisk efficiency, has a couple of neat plot twists and a display of some impressive driving along dangerous mountain roads courtesy of Remy Julienne.
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