Friss den Staub von meinen Stiefeln

This brutal, chaotic pseudo-spaghetti western, which steals large plot pieces from Leone's IL BUONO IL BRUTTO, IL CATTIVO adds absolutely nothing to the genre except the odd conceit that South Africa is a good stand-in for the American southwest -- well, I suppose if Spain and Italy are supposed to do the job, South Africa might as well. The talent involved is also mostly obscure, their accents slipping now and again and the plot, such as it is, stops frequently for acts of brutality.

Struggling to find something positive about the film, I will admit that the compositions are competently framed, but the use of color in this film is largely a conceit, as little color manages to survive the prints except for browns.

This one is not even bad enough to be interesting. Give it a miss.