What I always appreciate about Sergio Corbucci is his prudent and tasteful handling of subject matter. Tee hee. Joking. No, what we cherish about Italian genre cinema is its brawny sketchiness and boisterous sleaze. Since the days of Karl May, The American West has often been used as Europe's fantasy camp. And this is fantasy, fever dream even. There is politics and barbarism, naturally, but it is a projection.
Spaghetti western from director Sergio Corbucci is entertaining enough - there's plenty of action and violence, but it's often slow-paced and talky when people aren't killing each other - as usual with a Sergio Corbucci Spaghetti western. Burt Reynolds is alright as the hero, but it's the supporting cast that seems to have more to work with. Legendary score by Ennio Morricone.
Un piccolo spaghetti western con un protagonista mono espressivo ma una trama semplice, con alcuni spunti interessanti(il meticciato) e alcune scelte coraggiose (tentare di inserire un riferimento ad un trauma infantile merita tutta la mia stima). Colonna sonora fantastica. Terribili fotografia e alcune scenografie (il treno ad esempio). Alcune battute mitiche (ti uccido all'indiama). Culto