Trust Alfonso Breschia to break my run of enjoyable Spaghetti Westerns! It's bad enough that he provided what I reckon must be the most painful Italian cinema experience around (War of the Robots), but here he is stinking up the wild west with his bad editing, brain damaged plot, endless scenes and a mood that literally sent me to snoozeland two nights running!
Please note however that this film in no way reaches such lows as War of the Robots. You can get through this one fairly unscathed...it's just that you'll also have to be very forgiving to the film.
Daniel is out hunting when he is crushed by an avalanche caused by Dollar. Obviously this makes them pals and the two of them, plus white fang, head into town for whiskey and perhaps hand relief. There they find some kid and his mum who are getting leaned on to sell their land to the local evil guy. That's yer plot.
There's a bit of the quirkiness we've come to expect from these films. White Fang wipes his feet before entering the saloon. Dollar keeps trying to sell ties he won in a bet and drinks literally gallons of whiskey throughout the film. The baddie keeps a miniature model of his railway. There's a wolf attack, some punch ups, a couple of shootouts and what not.
This is a fairly dodgy effort from a fairly dodgy director but if you can around the confusing editing and endless scenes of Daniel on his sled, you can get some fun out of this. That said, out of the twenty or so Italian Westerns I've watched, this sits at the bottom of the pile.
Please note however that this film in no way reaches such lows as War of the Robots. You can get through this one fairly unscathed...it's just that you'll also have to be very forgiving to the film.
Daniel is out hunting when he is crushed by an avalanche caused by Dollar. Obviously this makes them pals and the two of them, plus white fang, head into town for whiskey and perhaps hand relief. There they find some kid and his mum who are getting leaned on to sell their land to the local evil guy. That's yer plot.
There's a bit of the quirkiness we've come to expect from these films. White Fang wipes his feet before entering the saloon. Dollar keeps trying to sell ties he won in a bet and drinks literally gallons of whiskey throughout the film. The baddie keeps a miniature model of his railway. There's a wolf attack, some punch ups, a couple of shootouts and what not.
This is a fairly dodgy effort from a fairly dodgy director but if you can around the confusing editing and endless scenes of Daniel on his sled, you can get some fun out of this. That said, out of the twenty or so Italian Westerns I've watched, this sits at the bottom of the pile.