I don’t know Giuluoi Questi, the director of DJANGO KILL. However, based on the stack full of crazy that permeates this flick, I think it’s a safe bet that Questi is a nutty fucker. Don’t get me wrong; this is one of the best spaghetti westerns I have seen. It’s brutal, tough, bloody, and Questi knows how to sling bullets. Questi also knows how to drop a tab of acid on his tongue and take a long trip to the purple desert. It’s the only way to describe the surreal and religious images that are scattered throughout this flick. DJANGO KILL is a few edits away from flawless. Dig it, Bastards!

 

SEE YOU ON FORTY DEUCE,

 

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