Sergio Corbucci (December 6, 1927 – December 1, 1990) was an Italian film director. He is best known for his very violent yet intelligent spaghetti westerns. He was for a long time considered an exploitation director, but has now attained a vast following and is easily compared to Sam Peckinpah or Sergio Leone.
He is the older brother of screenwriter and film director Bruno Corbucci.
He started his career by directing mostly low-budget sword and sandal movies. His first commercial success was with the cult spaghetti western Django, starring Franco Nero, the leading man in many of his movies. After Django, Corbucci made many other spaghetti westerns, which made him the most successful Italian western director after Sergio Leone and one of Italy’s most productive directors. His most famous of these pictures was The Great Silence, a dark and gruesome western starring a mute action hero and a psychopathic bad guy. The film was banned in some countries… read more
I'll confess, the ripoffs I've seen were much more interesting, and I prefer the one with Terence Hill in the lead, but I can see why this captured people's imagination greatly. That opening theme alone has to be canonized beyond Quentin Tarantino yonking it for his film.
Corbucci's hopeless vision of the west takes shape in this bleak tale of loneliness. Contrary to what many might believe, this is hardly a glamour tale of a badass gunfighter. The character's live sad depressing lives, and nobody has any future here. The immortal theme song gives a good summary of the movie. A man with no hopes, no love, not even a horse, only dragging a coffin, a coffin that contains his own soul.
Corbucci's grim images and pulp excesses (often executed simultaneously) are so impressive. Westerns like "Unforgiven" had to move away from the mythos and cool of the genre to tell affecting stories: "Django" is awash in blood and style, but the pathos of its haunted, coffin-dragging protagonist never leaves the spotlight. The whole film has a wonderfully authentic spaghetti western feel, but at the same time, remains as refreshing to me today as I'm sure it was to audiences back in '66.
A man from nowhere, wearing black, wades through the desert dragging a coffin tied up to his belt. As he approaches three stubborn vigilantes, preparing to execute a beautiful woman, he decides to… read review