Sergio Leone looks at the Mexican Revolution and decides it needs dynamite, betrayal, and another twenty minutes. He’s not wrong about the first two.
Rod Steiger goes big as Juan, funny and furious, sometimes in the same breath. James Coburn undercuts him beautifully, all cool charm on the surface with grief sitting underneath, and the flashbacks to Ireland slowly explain why. Their double act stops the whole thing collapsing under its own weight — two men using each other who end up actually caring.
Ennio Morricone runs the emotional show from the pit. This feels as much his film as Steiger or Coburn’s, and I’d forgive plenty for that main theme alone.
The trouble is the length. Some sequences say what they’ve already said, Leone keeps reaching for epic when he’s already got enough, and Steiger’s early scenes flirt with caricature before the film trusts him with real feeling.
Baggy, occasionally self-indulgent, but there’s far too much good stuff here to stay annoyed with it.
Here we have film trying to take the micky out of the old western and gangster films and it ended up being a basket full of, how can I say this without being rude?
We didn't like it at all and only watched to see how bad it could get and it exceeded our expectations
Not in to westerns? Think again! Pathos, comedy, fantastic score, Coburn, explosives, masterful close-up camera-work and the IRA of all things. This film will change your mind. Lovable and truly engaging.