"Death In The Red Jaguar" was the second to the last of the Jerry Cotton films featuring George Nader, and is the hardest to find a copy of for some damn reason, but I found this one for me and you! So freakin' welcome to another Saturday Night Special in The Dungeon, guns a blazin' style!
The original title of this motion picture is "Der Tod Im Roten Jaguar, and this time, we find our hero Jerry Cotton in San Francisco, California! The music once again spews forth from the genius mind of Peter Thomas, who in my feeble mind is the missing link between Herb Alpert and George Martin! Here's just a little taste; the rest is left to your imagination!
Jerry Cotton is pissed, and this is the reason why........
........In the opening scenes, this bozo is shooting up everything in sight! He just ran into a theatre and has just turned around to see................
.............This whole room of surprised gals getting ready for the next act!
Jerry Cotton goes into action just in time to save all the lovely damsels in distress!
Here's something you don't see every day, a look inside of a vintage 1968 juke box playing real 45's!
As kitsch and campy as the Jerry Cotton films are, they can also be extremely brutal! To show how callous the murderer is, they have him kill an innocent child!
The daughter of the killer's landlord is quite a sight to behold, and after she answers the phone, she also does a little impromptu dance just for the helluva it!
I'm extremely open to any conversation that can attempt to explain what this pilgrim look is all about, because I don't get it!
These three shots just might explain what this film is all about!!!
In a real James Bond moment, Jerry Cotton's car drops a bunch of nails in the path of the car of one of his pursuers! I have also lost a lot of sleep trying to figure out if the T N A license plate is a coincidence or not!
Scenes shot inside of meat lockers are always going to convey some kind of gross weirdness for good reason, especially if you're a vegan!
Of all the great shots I could have chosen from this film, I don't know why exactly, but I really dig this one! Pretty cool, right?
If you're some kind of big shot executive, and you have that painting on the wall of your office, there's a very good chance you might be some kind of fucking psycho nutjob!
Just in case you forgot this film was set in San Francisco!
In 1968, I'm surprised they didn't go down to the Haight/Ashbury district for some real colour!
So, let's do a survey! What area was kinkier in 1968, Soho, Greenwich Village, Haight/Ashbury or your home town? I'll be looking forward to your comments!
Jerry Cotton's red Jaguar drives across the Golden Gate bridge, and off into the sunset!
And that, leaves us with only one more Jerry Cotton movie to do! It's a sad, but glorious moment!
And that, leaves us with only one more Jerry Cotton movie to do! It's a sad, but glorious moment!