It's no definitive masterpiece but it's damn close.

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

THE CRAZY BUNCH is very much of those comedy spaghetti westerns in the same mould as the Terence Hill and Bud Spencer collaborations, but this is even sillier and more far-fetched, if you can imagine that. George Hilton is the goofy anti hero of the piece, his character Tricky Dicky (!) looking for a box of hidden gold while a madman has the only clue to its whereabouts. The usual slapstick, sped-up comedy antics ensue, and even the Ku Klux Klan play a part in the proceedings. Highbrow this isn't: it's just very, very silly.

George Hilton continues his role as Tresette in "Di Tresette ce n'è uno, tutti gli altri son nessuno" from the previous "Lo chiamavano Tresette... giocava sempre col morto" by the same director, featuring mostly the same cast again. The movie is running out of ideas a bit; it actually was the last time Hilton and Carnimeo worked on such a western comedy together. Nevertheless, it is still good enough to be fun... after a few beers. This time, Tresette is looking for a man hiding in a madhouse (hardly any difference between the inmates and the doctors there!) who has hidden the key to a box full of gold. Tresette has many opponents, but also a bag of gadgets including a birthday cake full of dynamite, a gun which will fire when he whistles and, most imaginative, a big stick to hit people over the head. And why not.