Sartana's Here... Trade Your Pistol for a Coffin

Sartana, bounty hunter and gunfighter, witnesses the robbery of a shipment of gold.

He finds his way into town where he meets with a lot of suspicious stares from the locals. He also meets with Samuel Spencer, who seems to own the company in this company town.

The gold shipments are being stolen, so Spencer agrees to hire Sartana to protect the next gold shipment. Numerous dull-witted villains make attempts on Sartana's life, but he survives.

Eventually, Sartana's nemesis Sabbath (he of the white coat and parasol) rides into town. With a showdown inevitable, Sartana and Sabbath square off to settle the score.

I wasn't going to watch this movie because i'm not such a huge fan of spaghetti western, but it's actually quite good. Sartana is a Clint Eastwood clone in looks and acting.

There's more than its share of continual shoot outs to make the movie move along. The story doesn't really matter so much. The action is fun.

It's a mindless but fun 90 minutes.

So the third entry to the Sartana anthology gets a new - Sartana. It seems to be the only one with a different actor and it is even simpler than the other ones. But that might not make it worth less than the other movies. A lot of shootouts, big body count and so forth. So all the pillars for a successful Spaghetti Western one might think.

Then again, there is repetition. And not just repetition from other movies, but repetition in the shootouts. While they may come up with some nice ideas (a hole here, a hole there, hidden gun there, hidden gun there and a slapstick "rifle"/knife combo towards the end), it may not be enough to convey others. Whatever floats your boat ... or rides your horse I guess ...

This is a fun movie with interesting characters, and lots of spaghetti western style. I found it very entertaining, although it has some story elements that don't seem to make a lot of sense.

George Hilton does a fine job of portraying "Sartana," the bounty hunter/detective/vigilante more often played by Gianni Garko. Hilton's style is slightly different, but he plays the part equally as well as Garko. The real show-stealer here is Charles Southwood as "Sabbath," a bounty hunter who dresses in all-white, carries a white parasol, and lives by the values taught to him by his mother. Sartana and Sabbath are both oddballs, each in his own way, but Sabbath is so eccentric he makes Sartana look normal. One of the many amusing parts of the film is when Sabbath comes riding into town with his parasol, and one of the townsfolk sees him and says "what's the west coming to?" Sartana and Sabbath play off of each other quite well, and their interactions are fun to watch, especially when they square off near the end of the film.

A great music score by Francesco DeMasi, along with some excellent camera work, help make this euro-western above average in the style department, but the somewhat muddy plot doesn't do it justice. It's basically about how a crooked town boss is taking gold from the local mines and replacing it with sand before it is shipped. Then he hires Mexican bandits to "rob" the shipments so that nobody will know that they were ever replaced with sand. In comes Sartana to save the day, though his motives for wanting to find the gold are selfish. A little while later, Sabbath shows up, supposedly for the same reason. That much is pretty cut and dry, but the problem is with the details. While the basic idea of the scam going on with the gold is easy to understand, some of the actions of the characters in the story don't make any sense, or perhaps aren't explained very well. Maybe the American version is poorly edited. That would explain a lot, but I don't know if it's the case.

The best way to watch it is to sit back, relax and enjoy the cool characters and style of this spaghetti western without trying to make sense out of everything that happens. When viewed with that attitude, it's actually one of the more memorable and entertaining films of the genre.

George Hilton replaces Gianno Garko as Sartana and does a competent job and is very cool as he shoots, bluffs, double bluffs, and triple bluffs his way through this fairly entertaining western. It's standard stuff, and though some times the story elements can be puzzling ( its those double bluffs again), it's keeps one watching. It's OTT, but heys it's Sartana with his bag of tricks ( includes a shooting loaf.) Its fun.

Sartana (George Hilton) is a freelance gunman who at the initiation of the film works as a bounty killer . After that , he helps a Mexican family against a ¨posse¨ of cruel bandits (whose leader is Nello Pazzafini) who try to kill and reckoning him . He , subsequently , is hired by a wealthy landowner (Piero Lulli) to guard the miners's payroll that is continuously robbed . Another cocky gunman (Charles Southwood) appears in the city and the confrontation will be inevitable .

The first movie on Sartana is made by Frank Kramer (Gianfranco Parolini) interpreted by John Garco (or Gianni Garco) , besides it was starred by Klaus Kinski and William Berger . After being continued by Alfonso Balcazar (Sartana non perdona or Sonora). Miles Deem (Demofilo Fidani) directed two Sartanas which are considered as awful . Anthony Ascott(Giuliano Carmineo) realized several movies with George Hilton who replaces Garco . Hilton plays more natural and roguish than Garco who was cold and peculiar . In this one Sartana has a partner (Charles Southwood) called Sabbath but he isn't the hero named Sabata created by Frank Kramer with Lee Van Cleef . The movie has typical Spaghetti characters , as the violent facing off , greedy antiheroes , bloody and spectacular showdowns , quick zooms , extreme baddies, and musical score with Ennio Morricone influence . In the picture there are the ordinary Western's secondaries as Folco Lulli , Nello Pazzafini (also usual in Peplum), and the Eurotrash Goddess , the babe Erika Blanc . The Francesco De Masi's soundtrack is nice and atmospheric , he's a good Western musician with enough scores . The movie was regularly directed , but is entertaining.