Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Spin the wheel, Eddie".
One of those great movies one can't quite explain, just experience. One bold choice that pays off after another. And such forceful violence. Also, for all the film's camp reputation Johnny Guitar never got enough credit for how functional as a narrative film it is, the first act in particular doesn't have a single wasted gesture and it traces so many different instances of unrequited passion and repression, if you only see it as stiff and silly, what can one do with blindness?