35mm, rewatched. And the handsome aged into a silent expressionless man, whose facial immobility evokes a past of diegetic suffering, triumphantly expressed in his infinite capacity as an actor. Of the series of westerns he made with Boetticher, this is the one who shows less compulsion.
Boetticher continues to intrigue me, how exactly he created such incredible richness and complexity of character within such hackneyed and would-be-stereotypical plots I have no idea. This is one of the finest in the whole of the Ranown Cycle, of a series which constantly provides fascinating endings, this one may have the finest. Morally complex and at times even quite profound, a superb western. 4/5