The director of Terror Creatures From The Grave gives us a Western
but kind of forgets to inject it with much to differentiate this from seven hundred other films that involve a lone stranger (quite a few of them called Django) getting themselves all up in to warring faction's faces.
Or in this case I should say getting all down in their faces, as Django this time is played by Six foot, nine inch tall George Eastman. Eastman is great when playing half-ape men that ruin mankind's future or huge cannibal zombies that eat the entire populations of Greek islands or the leader of a homosexual post-apocalyptic death-cult tribe, but here he just kind of grins a lot and shoots things.
Django starts off by witnessing local Mexican thug El Santo wasting a travelling caravan (including a kid of course!) and then stops a showgirl who has escaped the local white tyrant from being raped. She of course falls in love with him but Django puts that to the side in order to play everyone off each other. I nearly forgot to mention that there's a third gang to get shot at too in the shape of gunrunners who make the mistake (as they all do) of giving Django a kicking instead of just shooting him in the head for Christ's Sake!
The white tyrant is played by Italian bad guy Luciano Rossi (seemingly doing an impression of Richard Nixon?) Luciano loves his hooker and his guns and pays El Santo to do his dirty work, but now wants El Santo out of the way. Once Django shoots one of Luciano's men, he offers Django a job! Just shoot Django man! Or get one of your men to do it! Rather than do that, they set fire to a house while Django is inside fighting a gun runner he left alive. What's wrong with you people?.
It's an average Western, but an average one is still a good one. There's the odd bit that stands out, like Django's discovery that his mate and his entire family have been killed, or the musical number a hooker belts out in Italian because the dubbing crew couldn't be bothered translating that bit I guess.