Although rightly known for his giallo films, filthy Fulci also made a handful (or is that a fistful?) of sleazy spaghetti westerns. Like his gialli, Four is low on narrative (a malformed one at that), but high on sensation. In Four, with its soft and diffused lighting—peculiar for a western—there are short bursts of visceral moments surrounded by dross.
February 17, 2016