Dir. Sergio Leone (1969).
Sergio Leone considered this his Western to end all Westerns—“a ballet of the dead”—and there is nothing like it. As coaxed and teased by Ennio Morricone’s twanging melange of slowed-down Neapolitan street songs, ye-ye, choral requiems, and Ventures guitar licks, the film is constantly readjusting its thermostat, from self-parody to nostalgia, from myth-mongering to spectacle.
Sun., Dec. 26, 8:15 p.m., 2010
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on December 15, 2010