Franco Nero is at his game once again. This is one of the few melancholic spaghetti westerns I've seen in a while, I really love the big battle between Keoma along his father & George against his brothers & the henchmen. It's so epic from start to finish! However, there were some scenes that were all right during the first hour but got better later on. It's become one of my new favorites in the genre. "KEOMA!"
Almost seems to be a spiritual godfather to "The Proposition," if it'd been directed by Peckinpah. Beautifully constructed, psychedelic flashback sequences resonate, and bursts of balletic action interrupt the desolate, dying landscape. The high point of Franco Nero's career.
An apocalypse replete with plague and a terrifying rebirth, Keoma survives the EuroWestern twilight by denying everything but the right to die in freedom. The finale stands long after everything else has burned away.
Keoma is the ultimate Macho: a jesus-like righteous character moved only by the search for justice. He’s unforgiving & violent & has sexy chest hair. He doesn’t talk much but when he does, his words are loaded. To protect life he’s prepared to kill the world. And die they will, with serious overacting. But man are those stunts impressive. I didn’t remember just how skilled these guys were in the 70s.
Castellari deserves so much praise and respect for attempting such a strange spin on the spaghetti western genre when it seemed moribund. While he stole elements from countless other westerns and non-westerns from Bergman to McCabe and Mrs Miller they all combine to form one of the most unique films in the genre. Franco Nero in interviews always seems to regard this as one of the best films he did and rightly so
Great atmosphere that make it feel like a supernatural western at times. The action is also nicely edited with a lot of Sam Peckinpah-inspired slow-motion shoot-outs and deaths, but the music is completely out of place with singers that not only sings out-of-tune but also can not pronounce a single word of English.