It's an amazing and heartbreaking story.

Although I seem to have had higher expectations than I thought, the movie is super entertaining.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

In the 1970s, I am pretty sure that regular movie producers didn't think seriously about casting Jack Palance in a movie with comic elements. But that didn't stop Menahem Golan and Yoram Globus doing so in this early effort by them. Actually, the movie is a mix between seriousness and comedy, and as you can probably imagine, the end results are a real mess. Seeing people get graphically killed along with other acts of violence does not mix well with the movie's stabs at goofy humor. But there are further problems with this exercise. The low budget was apparently almost all spent on renting antique cars and props, because the set design is often something you'd see in a high school play. The biggest problem with the movie, however, is how incredibly boring it is. It won't take long for you to start nodding off and having no interest in these uninteresting characters.

The film opens with a clever looking take off on the popular Dick Tracy comic strip, and by the time you're a few minutes into the story you're left wondering whether this is supposed to be a gangster flick or some parody thereof. Comic style captions appear throughout and there are a couple of up-tempo scenes that don't fit in with the general tone of the picture, which basically has two rival gangs facing off against each other in the early Thirties. Jack Palance and Warren Berlinger are the opposing mobsters, taking turns at brutalizing their opposition, but they had almost a cordial relationship with each other in person, which skewed the dynamic of the picture for me. In other words, this wasn't "The Godfather".Say, remember that scene when Vic Morono's (Palance) 'deuces' blow up and set fire to Chico's (Berlinger) Hi-Hat Club? The place was totally renovated and back in business the very next day! Even the Coca-Cola sign was shiny and brand new. You know, when you stop and think about it, Coke's presence in just about any film you could watch means we're paying for a lot of brand placement with every Coke we buy.The surprise of the picture for me was seeing H.B. Haggerty in his role as the Deuce of Spades, Mickey. I remember him from his pro wrestling days back in the Sixties; the H.B. stands for 'Hard Boiled'. Haggerty utilizes his wrestling skills near the end of the picture when he winds up shooting himself in that tussle with reporter Timmons (Adam Roarke). He falls face down to the floor, and just before he hits he uses his 'dead' arms to brace his fall.I recently caught Palance in his very first starring role, also portraying a gangster in 1950's "Panic in the Streets". He looked like a gangly young actor with very limited range, and even though 'Four Deuces' is no prize, you can see how he improved over time. It's too bad the same thing can't be said for some of his pictures; I guess a paycheck is a paycheck.

Really odd gangster film in a way that some 1970's films were this garish neon comic book spoof concerns warring gang leaders, their gangs and the night clubs they operate out of. There are songs, shoot outs, a comic book style of getting things from place to place and a mix of comedy and drama that never works. The film stars Jack Palance in role that allows him not so much as chew scenery but eat it whole. Its a weird film that is neither fish nor fowl. My over riding thought while watching this was "this isn't very good". Actually its not any good. I would take a pass even if you can get it cheaply as I did since its time you'll never get back

A mixed bag of tones runs through this gangster picture, veering from comedy to violence and pathos and back again. The mix doesn't always work, but makes for some good scenes here and there. Palance is effective, even subdued more than he often was during the era, and he's backed up by some talent (the always underused Carol Lynley, Adam Roarke, etc.) Obviously not well remembered, but possibly worth a look.