THE BLINDMAN ABKCO FILMS

The Blindman is the new Ringo Starr movie, but that doesn’t have very much to do with what the movie is about. There’s not a lick of rock and roll on the soundtrack, and Ringo’s mournful Liverpudlian wit — when it comes across at all — is seen unintentionally.

What Ringo reminded me most of, in fact, was Rick Nelson in Rio Bravo. He has the same enormous blue eyes and the same doomed gunslinger approach, but the differences are what make this such an exotic movie.

It’s trashy as hell. Ringo is little more than a bit player; he’s not The Blindman, because Tony Anthony (who is shaping up as the new Clint Eastwood) is. The plot is riduculously complex, with so many twists and turns that we learn quickly that it is not really to the point. It’s all played for the laughs, the gore and the excitement. There’s plenty of each, all of it inconsequential and it’s just this that made me like it so much.