The small desert town of Black City is held in a reign of terror by a nasty gang of criminals lead by the ruthless Bud Willer (decently played by Dino Strano, who brings some energy to his stock leering heavy part). Earnest, but inexperienced Sheriff Jack Ronson (a strangely insipid performance by the usually more charismatic and engaging Fabio Testi) arrives in town to establish law and order. Mysterious bounty hunter Django (an equally dreary turn by Jack Betts) helps Ronson out. Director/co-writer Demofilo Fidani crucially fails to bring any much-needed style or spark to the grindingly banal and predictable premise; he allows the narrative to plod along at an agonizingly poky pace, stages the infrequent shoot-outs in a flat and uninspired manner, and elicits drab acting from an understandably disinterested cast. Franco Villa's blah cinematography doesn't help matters any, although Coriolano's funky-groovin' score is amusing in its staggering inappropriateness. Such standard stuff as rough'n'tumble fisticuffs, an arm wrestling match between Ronson and Willer, and a big confrontation in the center of town between Django and Willer's gang barely make much an impression because they are executed in an extremely bland and by-the-numbers way. Ony when Ronson faces off with a bunch of vicious Mexican bandits on a windy morning does the movie finally burst to life and deliver a few worthwhile thrills, but by then it's much too little way too late to compensate for the general heavy-going tedium. A really dismal and instantly forgettable clinker.
