Pulp

Write it. Live it. But try not to be it.

5.7
19721h 35m

A seedy writer of sleazy pulp novels is recruited by a quirky, reclusive ex-actor to help him write his biography at his house in Malta.

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Cast

Photo of Michael Caine

Michael Caine

Mickey King

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Mickey Rooney

Preston Gilbert

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Lionel Stander

Ben Dinuccio

Photo of Lizabeth Scott

Lizabeth Scott

Princess Betty Cippola

Photo of Nadia Cassini

Nadia Cassini

Liz Adams

Photo of Dennis Price

Dennis Price

The Englishman

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Amerigo Tot

Partisan

Photo of Robert Sacchi

Robert Sacchi

The Bogeyman

Photo of Giulio Donnini

Giulio Donnini

Typing Pool Manager

Photo of Luciano Pigozzi

Luciano Pigozzi

Clairvoyant

Photo of Maria Cumani Quasimodo

Maria Cumani Quasimodo

Office Manageress

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Liù Bosisio

Typist #1

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Janet Ågren

Publisher's Receptionist

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Ave Ninchi

Fat Chambermaid

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Joe Zammit Cordina

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Reviews

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CinemaSerf

6/10

Despite an half decent cast, Michael Caine ("King") just can't carry this and after about fifteen minutes, once we have established the premiss, it all just falls into a well trammelled line of mediocrity. He is a sort of penny dreadful style of author, who is offered the opportunity to write the biography of former Hollywood star "Preston Gilbert" (Mickey Rooney) at his Maltese home. Once there, he soon appreciates that his employer is the target of an assassin working for some mobsters. Suffice to say, he doesn't remain a target for long - and it falls to "King" to stay alive himself, whilst completing his story about the eccentric "Gilbert". It had potential, this - but sadly the plot runs out of steam very quickly, the humour is too sparse and contrived and though there are plenty of bit-part characterisations that try to keep the story interesting, it all just withers on the bough. Not terrible, but unremarkable.

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