Djurado

The eponymous Djurano rides into town and through his involvement with a pretty gal in a saloon quickly earns the ire of local outlaw Tucan, with violent results. With opening credits that seem to fit a Eurospy feature rather than a Western, music that swings between traditional fair and electric keyboard and absolutely horrid comic relief, this is a film with a tonal and identity crisis. The dubbing is iffy and the sound design leaves out much detail besides characters speaking (well the important ones anyway, there is many a scene where ancillary characters speak with no word to be heard) and the camera work is amateurish and unimaginative. The characters are weak and the plot, though naturally following A to B in that particularly Italian style, is nevertheless unenjoyable. This film also commits two further sins of an egregious nature, utterly wasting the casting of Margaret Lee as she is given practically nothing to do with her brief screen time and then not even having the decency to show her off either for a bit of eye candy to compensate. What a shame, she deserved better.

As much as I and many others enjoy Spaghetti Westerns, one does have to admit that they can in many cases be dime a dozen and not worth the viewing. For me, Djurado is most definitely one of them.