A cut-rate Spaghetti Western which recalls superior titles like THE RETURN OF RINGO (1965), THE BIG GUNDOWN (1966) and DEATH RIDES A HORSE (1968) but which is so humorless and, indeed, ponderous as to be hilarious - particularly the would-be hard-boiled dialogue, i.e. two speeches delivered by the hero's father (about the desolate state of their land before his arrival) and his bounty hunter-mentor (about the trick in approaching a showdown); my favorite, however, is when the chief villain's lieutenant stands up to his boss with the preposterous line: "I know you like I know the odor of my feet!"; at least, the music score by Roberto Pregadio is nice...
Review of Django the Last Killer
