It clearly lacks Leon'es epic breath that enables him to create such powerful parables about America. Sollima tries, and though he fails, he nevertheless produces a curious western spaghetti where the search for truth is the ultimate goal of the protagonist. That truth is the truth about America's violent and corrupt perversions, but it's a pity that it's all so over the top. Even Morricone's score is too much.
The opening promises you some badassery and then delivers tenfold. I always compliment genre that’s refined; here the elements are few, all the better to bask in stunning scenery and two primal performances. It takes a certain worldview as evident, but never suggests we don’t see how silly, or fun, that can be. Pretty great.