As an admirer of Bronson and his work, I sat down to watch this third and probably last of the Family Cops-films. Its all where it last ended; the family Fein with their high morale and ethics, is yet again fighting crime in an almost perfect world. The crook-characters are shown as an one-dimentional piece of paper, in other terms quite psychologically unrealistic. As the story develops we begin to see what we all have feared for a long time; Charles Bronson, the action-king, the one and only actor in both political thrillers and spaghetti-western, is beginning to loose his voice, his face, and, as can be seen throughout this movie, his ability to act. He trembles as he talks, trying desperately to gain control, but yet again just sacrificing his voice to the grim destiny of age. To be honest and partially cruel, its rather amusing to watch these verbal accidents where his voice is reaching a peak, which I sincerely doubt is attended (notice the kitchen-scene, when Bronson totally unexpected yells out "Good morning" after a sentimental scene). Funny!!
But dont misunderstand me! My respect for the man and his work is beyond what I myself can understand... Damn the aging-process!!
But dont misunderstand me! My respect for the man and his work is beyond what I myself can understand... Damn the aging-process!!