Yet another Spaghetti western farce with the dubbing aura of a Steve Reeves movie and the artistic soul of "Hee-Haw." Pratfalls, earthy jokes, and galumphing galoots vie for our attention in a foreign-lensed prairie parody that does for the moribund comic Western genre what a beautician does for a corpse. Just like their forefathers, Trinity (Heath Kizzier)...read more
Yet another Spaghetti western farce with the dubbing aura of a Steve Reeves movie and the artistic soul of "Hee-Haw." Pratfalls, earthy jokes, and galumphing galoots vie for our attention in a foreign-lensed prairie parody that does for the moribund comic Western genre what a beautician
does for a corpse.
Just like their forefathers, Trinity (Heath Kizzier) and Bambino (Keith Neubert) maintain a friendly rivalry. One day, Trinity discovers that burly Bambino has been falsely imprisoned for cattle rustling from Rancher Parker (Siegfried Rauch). Deceiving an itinerant hangman (Jose Lifante Ruiz),
Trinity rescues truculent Bambino while ostensibly taking his measurements for the gallows. Unaware that the Sheriff (Ronald Nitschke) ordered Bambino's hanging in order to deflect attention from his thieving partnership with Mexican banditos, the newly minted heroic duo secures its freedom,
outwits some gamblers for horses, and rides off to rundown San Clementino.
In this outlaw-oppressed village, Bambino and Trinity accept the posts of sheriff and deputy and restore the law and order which had been vitiated by the Ramirez Brothers. Locating Parker's misbranded cattle at the Ramirez camp, Trinity and Bambino cagily spring a trap for the Sheriff and the
Ramirez ruffians. During a hay maker free-for-all (complete with mass handcuffings), the Sheriff's rustling sideline is exposed and the desperadoes lose their cattle brand-forging franchise. When Parker rewards Bambino and Trinity for locating his longhorns, they bestow their dough on the poor
people of San Clementino.
If you bust a gut watching "Dukes of Hazzard" reruns or simply enjoy balmy physical comedy framed by an imitation Knotts Berry Farm backdrop, then SONS OF TRINITY could be your cup of frontier ale. Inoffensively high-spirited and dead from the neck up, this slackly edited ramble pokes fun at
Western cliches in a manner that could be described as tranquilized slapstick. Overpopulated by European goofballs and gadflies playing cowboy dress-up, SONS OF TRINITY never aspires to outright hilarity; since it only aims for and musters non-threatening amusement, the film has no edge--and
therefore, no belly laughs. Stale of wit, narrow in scope, and as authentically of the frontier as one of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman's smiles, SONS OF TRINITY is a hard-to-dislike, easy-to-forget, grabbag of CAT BALLOU (1965) gag-recycling. (Violence, profanity.)
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