Old people are fucking depressing.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In a Tom Waits song come to life, Tony Quinn plays an itinerant strongman who buys a mildly retarded girl and trains her to be his clown/assistant. They lead a miserable life on the road, which leads to accidental murder.
Fellini's film is full of beautiful b&w photography of bleak post-war Italy and Dick Basehart appears in what I can only describe as the "Danny Kaye" role.
Recommended for fans of depressing cinema.
We're gonna talk a bit about Richard Lynch.
In 1967, trippin' balls on acid, he set himself on fire. Then, a couple of years later, he decided to go into movies.
Hey! Determination in the (burned) face of adversity, right?
Regular exploitation viewers know Dick Lynch well. He's always the creepy guy with the fucked-up face or the gung-ho evil Merc with the fucked-up face. Strangely smooth, with burn scars, he worked for decades, toiling along in exploitation and drive-in…