Ultra-cautious storekeeper Cameron Mitchell uses his reputation as an unarmed near-pacifist to cover up his activities as an infamous, leather-clad, masked gunman, taking on a nasty bunch of outlaws who've taken over the local saloon and targeted the family of his favorite girl.
This earlier-than-most spaghetti western is fairly colorful (both figuratively and literally), with some interesting villains. Carl Möhner is a standout as the gang's morally ambiguous, guitar-strumming newest member. A few more familiar European faces and the perverse (for 1964), sexually threatening atmosphere also help keep things mildly interesting.
Though nowhere near the bottom of the barrel, a few complaints are that the masked superhero aspect of the film is woefully underused and that his identity is as plain as the nose on your face. Mitchell fared much better the following year in Sergio Corbucci's Minnesota Clay.
Still, it's pleasant enough viewing for hardcore spaghetti fans.
This earlier-than-most spaghetti western is fairly colorful (both figuratively and literally), with some interesting villains. Carl Möhner is a standout as the gang's morally ambiguous, guitar-strumming newest member. A few more familiar European faces and the perverse (for 1964), sexually threatening atmosphere also help keep things mildly interesting.
Though nowhere near the bottom of the barrel, a few complaints are that the masked superhero aspect of the film is woefully underused and that his identity is as plain as the nose on your face. Mitchell fared much better the following year in Sergio Corbucci's Minnesota Clay.
Still, it's pleasant enough viewing for hardcore spaghetti fans.