Zi'ab la ta'kol al lahm

1973
1 h 41 min

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Adicionar um enredo no seu idiomaFilmed in the style of such Hollywood action classics as Bullitt and The French Connection, the first image we see in Wolves Don't Eat Meat is through the scope of a rooftop sniper's rifle j... Ler tudoFilmed in the style of such Hollywood action classics as Bullitt and The French Connection, the first image we see in Wolves Don't Eat Meat is through the scope of a rooftop sniper's rifle just before he makes a kill. A frantic chase through the streets of town follows as the ass... Ler tudoFilmed in the style of such Hollywood action classics as Bullitt and The French Connection, the first image we see in Wolves Don't Eat Meat is through the scope of a rooftop sniper's rifle just before he makes a kill. A frantic chase through the streets of town follows as the assassin, Anwar, makes his getaway. Wounded and exhausted, Anwar stumbles into the home of a ... Ler tudo

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A Classic Crime/Horror Hybrid from the Middle East

I just checked this incredible obscurity after an American friend recommended it. Wolves Don't Eat meat has all the intrinsic ingredients that feeds the needs of the most ardent exploitation fan - sexy sleaze, pulpy violence and a funky electro score (from Morricone collaborator Patrick Sampson) and infuses proceedings with an off kilter weirdness that would certainly cross over to the 'analytical' art-house crowd. Budgetary mistakes or not - no other crime movie from the Middle East quite looks like this one - the first speechless 30 mins is a tour de force of mood and strangeness as our assassin anti hero stumbles in to a crazed orgiastic pot party following a frantic car chase. The Italian influence is prevalent throughout (particularly the deranged ambiance of Bergonzelli's surreal giallo In The Folds of the Flesh) and when we get to the shocking slaughter house face off Wolves Don't Eat Meat has already established itself as a left of centre masterpiece. There are some positive reviews on the site for this wonderful obscurity - ignore the more negative comments of the other 'critics' (I use this term very lightly) - it's OK to have opinions (be they negative or otherwise) but to ignore this movie would be WRONG.