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The gadget-gunslinger spaghetti west arrives fully dressed in black.
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The gadget-gunslinger spaghetti west arrives fully dressed in black.
Fulci does a bleak, hallucinatory western. Four outcasts cross a hostile frontier. Most do not make it.
Nothing to do with Django, and one of the strangest and cruelest westerns Italy ever shot.
Sollima's best. A manhunt that keeps turning into a political argument.
Zapata western with Franco Nero and a very good Morricone theme.
A gunfighter mentors a despised young man, then has to face what he created. Van Cleef at his best.
Sollima's smartest western: watch a decent man discover he likes it.
Corbucci's Zapata western. A Polish gun-for-hire, a peasant revolutionary, and Jack Palance in a frock.
Late, strange, half-sung by a folk narrator. Castellari's best film.
Corbucci in the snow. The ending would never have cleared an American studio.
The most openly political of the Zapata cycle, and the sharpest.
Revenge, Van Cleef, and a score Tarantino lifted wholesale.
Jodorowsky's mystical, violent acid western. It essentially invented the midnight movie.
The spaghetti western attends its own funeral, cracking jokes. Fonda, Terence Hill, and Leone's fingerprints everywhere.
A gadget-toting gunfighter blackmails a whole town. Lee Van Cleef, having an obvious blast.
A coffin, a machine gun, and mud everywhere. Banned in Britain until 1993.
The comedy turn that ended the cycle by making it impossible to take seriously.
Leone's revolution film. A Mexican bandit and an IRA dynamiter blow up the establishment together.
An unlicensed Yojimbo remake. Toho sued and won. Started everything.
Van Cleef arrives and the formula locks into place.
Fonda cast against type as a child killer. Leone's masterpiece.
The cemetery sequence is the best three minutes in the genre.