The Wild West is hot to the point of suffocation. A small town in the middle of the desert.
Evil lurks in every barn, every saloon. Fear lurks in every heart. But even evil has a tingle in its heart today, because there is a man on horseback on the horizon. Tonight he will dispense justice.
Bellowing music, Eastwood with '70s haircut, 'glamorous' bars, cars and suites, a desert storm, scorching Wild West sun, saloons stinking of alcohol and blood of past fights and shootings, and finally, the same good old Clint Eastwood. But this time with a stubble, a holster and a hat that still has the powder of previous 'adventures'.
Eastwood's acting experience, left over from previous roles in Westerns, allowed both the actor Clint and the director to not step on the clichéd rake, and to direct a killer and memorable western with a slight admixture of mystical otherworldliness, as well as to play as an actor, a tough, interesting, unusual in his methods, charismatic verifier of justice, with a subtle and sparkling sense of humor.
The camerawork deserves attention. The camera angles, they are what contribute to the adrenaline-dynamic calm of the film. There is rarely any action in the frame, so to speak, but at the same time a powerful energy emanates from every shot, which only proves once again that the 'duo' - Eastwood the director, Eastwood the actor, can do 'brutal wonders'.
A powerful, uncompromising film that can safely be considered a true classic of the Western genre.