"His Name Was Pot... But They Called Him Allegria" is another one of the too many cheap westerns which Fidani directed. If the movie had a script, it could be summed up like this: The two brothers Pot (Peter Martell) and Ray (Gordon Mitchell) rob a bank together. They meet Steve (Lincoln Tate) and make him their new partner. Supported by an old man who knows everything about dynamite, the 4 outlaws rob a bigger bank. Ray is killed soon after, but only after Pot finds a medal that belonged to his brother, he knows about it and wants revenge.
The movie is below average in every respect and instantly forgettable except for Martell who puts a sympathetic personal stamp of interpretation on his role: an unwashed lawless man who takes what life offers him every day, ignoring all the rules, and he can even laugh about himself which is such a rare quality.
The movie is below average in every respect and instantly forgettable except for Martell who puts a sympathetic personal stamp of interpretation on his role: an unwashed lawless man who takes what life offers him every day, ignoring all the rules, and he can even laugh about himself which is such a rare quality.
