I can't figure out which was more distracting; Charlton Heston's fake moustache or Dal Jenkins as a tough ranch-hand by way of a child's dress-up box.
Either way Donald Pleasance does some mad-eyed, booze-drenched dancing which is worth at least half a star.
'I wanna get my hands on those murdering bastards.'
'That'll pass Cliff, everything passes.'
Woah. I was not expecting that. Like an existential 'First Blood' that transcends 'revenge movie' into something far weightier through a brilliant script and lead performances.
It predates and near-enough renders 'First Blood' worthless guff. And I [used to] love 'First Blood'.