If You Meet Sartana Pray for Your Death

Gianni Garko glides through a four-way double-cross over a strongbox of stolen gold, dressed head to toe in black and carrying trick weapons a stage magician would envy. This is the film that launched the Sartana series, the gadget-gunslinger wing of the spaghetti west, where the hero is less a character than an unkillable card-sharp who always knows more than everyone in the room. Gianfranco Parolini directs it as a conjuring act, all misdirection and sudden reveals.

Nobody in it can be trusted and none of it needs to make sense.