It's all just too much. Too many film marquees. Too many feet. Too many fucking name drops. Somewhere between Audie Murphy and Andrew V. McLaglen, I just started shaking my head and snickering. And I live for these talking pictures!

It's a shame too. There's an amazing film to be had here.

I would have killed to see the six months that Tarantino fast forwarded through. The adventures of a washed up American actor and his stuntman making Corbucci pictures in Italy?

That's a movie I'd like to see.