Before Jamie Foxx played a smooth-talking Django fighting for his freedom, Franco Nero was the picture of stoicism. No high horse of morals in sight, the tortured title character of Sergio Corbucci’s 1966 spaghetti western Django comes stalking into town on foot and schlepping a casket wherever he goes. Far from, say, a comparatively decent-intentioned John Wayne, purebred on the virtues of intrepid adventure, Nero’s Django was a new kind of western protagonist. A vague revenge plot and entrepreneurial spunk are pretty much all this stony-eyed frontiersman needs to justify massacring the lot. See also Django’s gratuitous three-way mud wrestling match and pre-Lynch, pre-Tarantino severed-ear scene to confirm the film’s ahead-of-its-time status. Get your fill of the sharpshooting bad-assery (and chicken fried steak) when the film screens as part of the “Country Brunchin’” series this morning. Morricone Youth will provide a live pre-show serenade.

Sat., Feb. 2, 11:30 a.m., 2013