Director: Gianfranco Baldanello
When one is desperate for bizarre, cut-rate westerns, where the good guys are bad and the bad guys are worse, this is where you turn.
Starring Robert Woods, filmed in Israel (as far as I could figure) and featuring a seething score by Coriolano Gori, how could you go wrong? Well, the film is actually trash, but the sort of trash that at points comes close to excellence, regardless of the bad script and bad acting. Because there is style here-in the cinemetography, in the music.
We also have a hero who gets crippled half way through the film and proceeds to do some nasty things.
Recommended for those who like films where everyone sweats and smokes to the sound of fuzz guitar and organ.