I love Western. Also the Italian ones. But this here is a shame. The title should be 'The Grande Stronzate'. Very bad acting all across the board (Kinski doesn't act, he plays himself, Trintingnant very much implausible, the revenge lady acting like a piece of wood); the camera a nightmare; very bad & idiotic dialogues; equitpment & staffage amateurish; ridiculous plot; lousy music. And Corbucci? He is not Leone.
Etonnant western, tourné dans les fascinantes Dolomites, qui transcende le médiocre lot habituel du genre, par la qualité de sa réalisation et la démarche de son traitement scénaristique où l'on voit le "héros" se faire trucider par l'affreux méchant. Ce qui nous vaut un rugueux duel Trintignant / Kinski, des acteurs de toute évidence fortement imprégnés par leurs époustouflants rôles respectifs. www.cinefiches.com
Jean-Louis Trintignant is a just and laconic gunslinger, whilst Klaus Kinski is a camp and vicious bounty hunter dolled up in a fur coat and leather gloves, as if auditioning for Warhol? The snowy location shooting was clearly an influence on Altman's MCCABE AND MRS MILLER. This western uses the mountain ranges that serve as its location to stunning effect; there are some really exquisite aerial shots in particular.
Probabilmente la migliore pellicola firmata da Corbucci.Caratterizzazioni,interpretazioni(Kinski sempre magnifico),messa in scena,originalità (specie nel finale),musiche ed un'ambientazione cupa ed innevata:tutto è di assoluto livello per un simil-Django meno ironico e se possibile ancora più cattivo.Un vero Cult per tutti gli amanti del genere Western.Non è Leone,ma ci và vicino.....davvero notevole.4*
Kinski's all the more effective here because he''s seemingly underplaying it for once, as a soft-spoken, almost satanic bounty hunter who sits comfortably at the center of a snowbound social ecosystem that relies on the murder of those uncomfortable with it, in order to sustain itself. Morricone's score is a gorgeous, knowingly sorrowful elegy.
My first Corbucci let me mouth wide open, probably specially because of the schocking ending. While not really familiar whit Italowesterns besides very few Leones, I kept expecting Silence to be granted a happy end. With that not happening the class-confrontation-metaphorical-level got thrown in the foreground.
Having just watched Corbucci's Django, I expected another triumphant yet unrealistic finale in The Great Silence, especially given the similarities leading up to it. I am so glad that wasn't the case. That ending left an incredible impact, I was pretty much stunned.