It's a Charles Bronson film! An old classic with an obvious name. Gritty and slow as they only were in the way back then days.
It starts on a boat, with a totally jacked Bronson and a topless jackal of a broad.
Unexploited exotics, lush forests and blue seas... imagine being alive in the seventies. We've destroyed so much since. We've fucked up our world in it's entirety - all over - in all possible ways, and it seems we're not stopping either.
Everything seemed better back then.
They had a car chase to rival Bullit too.
The river boat graveyard was an unexpected highlight too. Wonder where that was. Wonder if it still exists.
The movie's about jealousy, a woman, the way of the world, and violence...
And it was better than expected. It's the seventies but they have some gadgetry, too. Like the see-through window to the swimming pool. All the details - simple though they may be by modern standards - I like them still. Prefer them to the ones of today, even. Even this vile, and violent world, seems favorable compared to the current one.
At least then things were simpler - even if they were just as hard. Bronson's the silent but strong type, yet quite the bard.
Forgotten gem this movie. Violent City. It riles; it's gritty.
rated 4/5: fo shizzle