Enzo Castellari has never impressed me as a director; The Inglorious Bastards (made only a year after this one) and the pair of Bronx Warriors films have a fun, junk value to them, but none of them feel as handcrafted as this one. Some really beautiful camerawork (that he's lifting from a variety of influences, but still) that moves beyond the cheap and harried Corbucci-style sloppy zoom and instead goes for fluid dollies and long lenses that capture some gorgeous close-ups.
I used to give Paul Schrader shit for how the over-the-top lyrics from the songs in Light Sleeper were too on the nose in the way they narrated the film; I should apologize in light of this film. The shrill woman and Leonard Cohen soundalike shrieking and croaking, respectively, the internal monologues via song is...somethin. Unsubtle in the best possible way.
Woody Strode knows how to give you a death scene. And Castellari knows how to give you a climax that says FUCK HORSES.
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Originally Posted by Tom Logan
The script for Keoma was thrown away three days before filming so they just made the story up as they went along and ended up making a film that was fucking brilliant.
Hidden Rule: No spaghetti western is complete without a flashback. No flashback, no good. They also have the best looking broads out of any genre. |








