Review: Black Jack
Peter Cushing plays Sir Thomas Bedford, who plans the
heist of a casino in Spain, a crucial if unwitting participant being an ‘afro
rock’ singer Dynamite Duck (a barely intelligible Max H. Boulois), who is
performing at the casino. Cushing hopes the performer will provide a nice bit
of misdirection, unfortunately things become unstuck when a second group of
robbers turn up and a hostage situation ensues. Hugo Stiglitz plays the dogged police
commissioner, whilst Brian Murphy plays one of the casino guests who is trying
to cheat at the pokies.
Supposedly never given a release in the US or UK, this
1981 cheapie from writer/director/composer/star Max H. Boulois (who only
directed two other films) is one of the more obscure films in the career of
Peter Cushing. And probably one of the worst. A Spanish-UK heist film, it’s
easy to see why this is so unknown: It’s so nondescript and subpar that no one
has likely cared to make it more widely available then or now. Boulois is a
pretty dreadful filmmaker, giving us some of the sloppiest treatment of a pretty
decent heist plot I’ve ever seen. The film is borderline incoherent and
extremely sluggish, it quickly falls off the rails and never recovers.
In a role originally offered to Donald Pleasence,
Cushing is classy as ever, but despite top billing his role is more guest star
status. The thing is, the role really ought to have been more significant when
you consider the plot. So one wonders if Cushing’s availability was severely
limited, because he’s frequently absent here. The real lead is Mexican actor Hugo
Stiglitz, rock solid as the police commissioner. It was also a nice surprise to
see Brian Murphy of “George and Mildred” fame in a funny small role. On
the downside, the supposedly ‘Afro rock’ stylings of Mr. Boulois in his
on-screen role are baffling and displeasing to the ears. I don’t quite know
what ‘Afro rock’ is but I’m pretty sure it was outdated by 1981. His overall
music score is more varied, the flamenco music we get early on is droning and
boring, though it soon turns into more Morricone-esque disco-pop (ala “The
Untouchables”) which is slightly more pleasurable. Also, what a terrible
waste of Claudine Auger as Boulois’ publicist, a nothing role.
Obscure, dreadfully dull caper vanity project for Mr.
Boulois deserves its forgotten status. Nothing much to see here, move along.
Rating: D+
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