
Criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot…
Never in doubt who’s gonna win the day here, as Django has these fools in terror, even when he’s buried up to his neck in sand and a scorpion is crawling towards him.
Lots of great grimy Western cinematography - and surprisingly human.
Like a Spaghetti version of the Ranown Westerns.
No real heroes or villains here - just killers. Manuel started it, Django does what he’s bound to do.