I continue to study the Western genre. I have now launched a podcast about the making of Western films. Listen here
This half-hippie, half-Spaghetti rip-off of Peckinpah and Monte Hellman films certainly belongs on the list of the worst Westerns ever made. Beyond the sight of late James Caan and the oddball performance of Sammy Davis Jr. as a gunfighter, the film has little value.
From its jazz/blues/rock ‘n’ roll score to its frenetic cinematography to its haphazard narrative which bounces from one rowdy town scene after another to cheesy romantic (?) scenes between the two leads, I found this mid-70s western to be a forgettable and confusing experience. It may be the ultimate example of the revisionist variation on the genre gone wrong. I could go gone on… but I need to go wash the bad taste out of my mouth.
Watched on Tubi