Keoma

Late, strange and half-sung. Enzo Castellari makes an elegiac, almost supernatural western in which a mixed-race gunfighter returns to a plague-ridden town run by his own half-brothers, while a folk narrator comments on the action in song and Death appears as an old woman.

Franco Nero is excellent, the slow-motion violence is operatic, and the whole thing feels like the genre reaching for myth as it dies. The singing narration divides people; it is either haunting or ridiculous.

The last great spaghetti western, and the most ambitious of Castellari's career.