ma-cortes Ravioli Western with a prolific Italian director , Anthony Ascott or Giuliano Carmineo , and an American main actor , Jeffrey Hunter known for King of Kings . Entertaining Spaghetti Western with shootouts , action , violence and entertainment . The story is similar to previous classic ¨Garden of evil ¨ (1954) by Henry Hathaway about a desperate group of adventurers recruited by a gorgeous woman being chased by enemies , but in ¨Joe... Cercati un Posto per Morire!" or international title "Find a Place to Die" is realized in Spaghetti style . It deals with an outcast Confederate soldier , Joe Collins ,(the early deceased Jeffrey Hunter) redeems himself by defending a woman called Lisa Martin (Pascale Petit who plays some nude scenes) against vengeful bandits willing to kill for her goldmine claim defended by her marooned husband (Piero Lulli , customary villain in lots of Spaghetti) . The husband called Paul Martin is wounded in a gold mine on a dangerous territory surrounded by nasty outlaws led by Chato . They followed her for the gold and her body but they didn't get the gold.Ordinary Spaghetti Western being leisurely and deliberately paced , at times thrilling and tense whose plot follows hazardous trails , though sometimes is slow moving . The movie gets the usual Western issues , as ambitious bandits , violent facing off , exaggerated baddies and spectacular gun-play , among them . It's a thrilling western with breathtaking gunfight between the protagonist , Joe Collins played Jeffrey Hunter , against the heartless Chato and his nasty hoodlums and a moving ending shootout . It's an entertaining story with a touch of peculiarity , some usual characters, a lot of shoot em'up and an amazing musical score . The basic plot is typical spaghetti western fare as ambition , betrayal and robbing , but what makes this movie peculiar is its style . The picture is well starred by Jeffrey Hunter , he played three Spaghetti Western such as ¨Joaquin Murrieta¨ , ¨Joe Navidad¨ and this one . His acting is often accused of being wooden, but in many manners is ideally suited to playing the steely-faced gunslinger synonymous with the genre . Very bad cinematography , being necessary a correct remastering because of the colors are faded . It was filmed by cameraman Riccardo Pallottini on location in Ostia, Lazio , Rome . The musician Gianni Ferrio composes a nice soundtrack and well conducted , this turns out to be one of the most memorable parts of the movie; as it's full of enjoyable sounds and haunting musical background , it contributes tremendously to the atmosphere of the film,The picture was middlingly directed by Anthony Scott or Giuliano Carmineo and some versions was credited Hugo Fregonese , also producer . Hugo was an Argentinian director who emigrated to Hollywood, then became technical adviser on latino themes at Columbia Studios in Hollywood, and subsequently under contract at Universal from 1950 to 1952 filming ¨Man in the attic¨ with Jack Palance , ¨Blowing wild¨with Gary Cooper , ¨Decameron Nights¨with Joan Fontaine , ¨Harry Black and the tiger¨with Steart Granger . Spent the rest of the decade in Europe directing Euro-westerns as ¨Savage Pampas¨ and potboilers as "The Death Ray of Dr. Mabuse" , Terror as "Dracula vs. Frankenstein" before finishing his career back in the country of his birth . And Giuliano Carmineo made several Spaghetti as ¨The moment to kill¨, ¨Find a place to die¨ , ¨They call him Cemetery¨ , ¨They call me Hallaluya¨ , and the Sartana movies : "Have a Good Funeral, My Friend, Sartana Will Pay" , ¨Sartana the gravedigger'(69) ,"Sartana's Coming, Get Your Coffins Ready" , ¨Light the fuse Sartana is coming¨(71) , among others .

lazarillo Giulio Carinomeo (aka Anthony Ascott) was not really in the class of great Italian directors like Sergio Leone or Sergio Corbucci, but he was a solid Spaghetti Western director, and this is one of his better efforts. A pair of husband-and-wife American adventurers discover a vein of gold in the badlands of Mexico controlled by a notorious Mexican bandit named "Chato". They are besieged by bandits and the husband is crippled and trapped by a rock slide, so his wife (Pascale Petit) has to go for help to the rough-and-tumble nearby town of "Nido de Aguila" ("Eagle's Nest")where most of the surly locals are much more interested in trying to rape the pretty "gringa" than in helping her rescue her husband. She does meet a seemingly amoral American mercenary (Jeffrey Hunter), who agrees to help her out for a share of the gold, and the latter puts together a gang of treacherous Mexican cutthroats (as well as false gringo preacher)to accompany them. The pair are in jeopardy then not only from "Chato's" band, but from their own vicious gang.There is a real aura of menace hanging over this movie as pretty much all these rough men are after "the gold . . .and the woman" in that order. (Ironically, these Mexican borderlands are still pretty much ruled by bandits, but it's drugs rather than gold or gringas that they fight over these days). There's a surprising amount of female nudity here for this genre (although not much by the standards of later Italian genre films). The woman are pretty much treated like chattel, but it isn't so much Petit's gringa that gets freely passed around as a guitar-playing Mexican prostitute (former Miss Italy Daniela Giordano with a spray-on tan). The Old West was not portrayed with this much raw savagery in any of the American Westerns and really only a few of the Italian ones like "Cutthroat Nine" or "Four for the Apocalypse".The real weak link here is probably Jeffrey Hunter as the only halfway decent guy around. He looks the part of a mercenary, but he just isn't very compelling. There were any number of Italian or expatriate American actors who could have played this role better. The end also doesn't really live up to the sense of menace created in the early going, and exploitative tag-line, "They came for the gold and her body. . . they didn't get the gold" is pretty inaccurate (for better or worse) as another reviewer mentioned. Still, this is a solidly entertaining pasta oater

FightingWesterner When a man is partially buried in an avalanche, his younger wife rides to the nearest town, bringing back a handful of dubious characters to the couple's gold mine, which happens to be in the middle of land controlled by a very dangerous bandit known as Chato.No doubt inspired in part by Henry Hathaway's classic Garden Of Evil, Find A Place To Die stands apart from other Italian westerns in that it's dark and very atmospheric, without any of the flamboyant flourishes typical of the genre.Set south of the border, this looks great with lots of rugged mountainous terrain, thick wooded areas, and crumbling Spanish architecture. They all add a lot to the movie's afore mentioned atmosphere.Sadly, Jeffrey Hunter (who died the following year) is remembered by most people these days only as the predecessor to Captain Kirk in the original pilot episode of "Star Trek". Western fans though, know him as one of the great unsung anti-heroes in such films as The Proud Ones and The Searchers.

Steve Nyland (Squonkamatic) I was not sure at first, but I hate this movie. It looks like it was a drag, and even the music sounds forced. Everyone looks sweaty, hot, and like their costumes don't fit them very well. Jeffery Hunter appears OLD, fat and tired. He looks as desperate and at the end of his rope as his character was supposed to be, but I don't think it's an act. For one or two scenes the film sort of springs into motion, and it has some nice use of location and architecture (the shot of that large, squarish building in the background of a couple of scenes is impressive).But the film does not have the spunky cartoonish zest of a traditional Giuliano Carmineo film. I've acquired it as a widescreen print that Diamond Ent. appropriated from VCI when their DVD went Out of Print. It looks as though VCI's people attempted a digital enhancement to re-color an old, intact but color rotted print, and the result is this bizarre palette shift in places where everyone's face is beet red, rocks are orange and the skies are green. It has a Cowboy Movie mentality where guys pop up from behind rocks, squeeze off a shot, duck, pop back up, then pretend to be shot by throwing their arms up in the air and dramatically spinning around before flopping on the ground. Yawn.The frame compositions are interesting, the female leads are attractive and I like the ambiguous character who turns out to be the villain at the end. But I don't know. Jeff Hunter keeps getting his ass kicked, and doesn't really have any specialized skills that I can see which would set him apart from just another lout with a Winchester and an ax to grind. He looks uncomfortable in the role, either like he felt that the material was beneath him, or his pants were too tight. And don't get me started on that shirt he is wearing: Were they trying to make him look washed up & about to die of some horrible terminal disease? He sort of waddles around rather than sauntering like a Clint, Gianni Garko or even a John Phillip Law. Perhaps that is the point -- To humanize the Gringo, ala MINNESOTA CLAY, rather than having a cartoon character like Eastwood's Joe or Garko's Sartana.The problem is that like Sergio Corbucci's MINNESOTA CLAY, the movie simply SUCKS. It's a slog: I've watched it three times in vain attempts to find something about the film that I genuinely enjoy, and all I get is that big, square building in the background of a couple shots. It is an intriguing structure that looks so huge I wonder what it was really built for, where it is, and if it's still standing today. Gives you something better to think about than the movie anyway, and Carmineo cleaned up his routine by the time he inherited the Sartana legacy and made some wonderful films right through 1988's RATMAN. He had a nice comic book touch, and his movies are usually more interesting & fun than they had to be.But this isn't one of them, and whatever camp fun factor is to be had by watching a former Captain of the USS Enterprise in a Pasghetti Western is quickly blown clear by the first sight of Jeff Hunter in his little shirt there, pot belly pushing at the fabric and sweat popping out on his face with effort from being constrained by such tight pants. Just awful.