Like many films of this time/genre you have to be prepared to accept the dodgy dubbing and also, in the case of "Django", some particularly ropey singing by Rocky Roberts in order to give it a chance. If you do that, then you will find it moves along well with lots of shoot 'em ups - a Gattling Gun with an inexhaustible supply of bullets being pre-eminent; glamorous, but totally helpless women and an evil, brooding baddie who has virtually no lines to speak. Oh, and there is a coffin too. Franco Nero - and his legendary blue eyes - delivers his best performance in this Corbucci gem of a film.
