Film

The Italian Connection

Name: The Italian Connection
Genre: Crime, Action
Released: 1972
Cast: Mario Adorf, Henry Silva, Woody Strode, Adolfo Celi, Luciana Paluzzi

A 1972 Italian crime thriller about a small-time Milan pimp caught in a crossfire when a heroin shipment vanishes. Two New York hitmen arrive to kill him, but the real thieves want him dead first—before he can prove his innocence. Lean, tense, and steeped in the grit of early-seventies exploitation cinema. For fans of Eurocrime who want their revenge tales double-crossed and their bodycount high.

TMDb rating

3.6

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