Two murderers are court-martialed and sentenced to die in front of the firing squad. One (Klaus Kinski) is a looter who had shot a protesting shopkeeper, the other (Rai Saunders) a coloured private who angrily killed a racist colleague.
Despite being second billed here, George Hilton really only has a minor role as a British Lieutenant. The main purpose of his character is to act as a humanising force to the hero, Giorgio (Frederick Stafford).
Roy (Gordon Mitchell) fakes his own death in order to bamboozle his old partners by burying their stolen booty in his coffin. He enlists Glenn (George Hilton) to help him. The Colonel (John Ireland) and Portugese (Piero Vida) are not so easily fooled.
“I could kill to get me a pretty woman, but not for money…”, a line which could well have been an epitaph for George Hilton, who displays his trademark easygoing charm in this likable oater with a technical crew that reads like a ‘Best Of’ compilation.
This was the first in a number of collaborations between George Hilton and director Giuliano Carnimeo (if one excludes the uncertain input that Carnimeo had in I due figli di Ringo, that is). An exemplary example of the wheels-within-wheels school of scriptwriting…
Here’s a neat little film that encapsulates just about everything that’s good about the Spaghetti Western. There’s a twisty, no-nonsense script (by the reliable Fernando Di Leo and Augusto Caminito, who also collaborated on the twisty, no-nonsense Poker With Pistols)
Well, if you like Spanish actors playing ugly, insane Mexicans this is the film for you. Laughing maniacally with chicken gizzards dripping from their lips and stale tequila encrusted on their beards, this lot are the most sanitorially challenged bunch I’ve seen