This is the sort of Spaghetti Western silliness that Terence Hill did much better, and others have done worse. 1.5 of my 5 rating comes from my first exposure to Melisa Mell, with a mild, yet alluring, degree of HER exposure. Until now, Femi Benussi was my own choice for beauty queen of the genre. Here, Ms. Mell raises a challenge for the title. She makes this one far more watchable through a bunch of slapstick fights that grow tiresome from excess familiarity.
Review of Where the Bullets Fly
