A Fistful of Dollars

When watching a film years after its influence has ingrained itself into not only cinema but society as whole, it can be difficult to differentiate what aspects stand the test of time and what were merely blocks for greater works to build upon. A Fistful of Dollars is no different. Its influence is unquestionable but its flaws are also glaringly apparent. The camera work is fantastic and the consistent wide shots transport the viewer into the setting. The score is also great, it matches the feelings of the film nicely. Clint Eastwood does an amazing job playing his character. His portrayal of the (now-classic) nonchalant vigilante is as good as anyone else has done it since. The narrative leaves a bit to be desired but gets better as it goes on. The dubbing is, by modern standards, awful. It is a product of the times and makes it frustrating to watch at times. I can imagine falling in love with this movie if I'd seen it when it came out but that wasn't possible for me. All of the cliches would've been something to see for the first time in context. Overall, it's a good movie whose influence is greater than that of its quality.