The somewhat abridged -- but plenty long as is -- American version of Sergio Leone's sprawling epic Western. It goes in, in a big way, for slow buildups and stretch-outs, for prolonged and perspiry agonies, for grizzle and grime, for cynicism about the larceny in the hearts of men, and for unparalleled villainy in the person of duster-dressed, tobacco-spitting Henry Fonda. The brilliant camerawork is by Tonino Delli Colli, whose color sense appears to have come from extensive training in alchemy. With Charles Bronson, Jason Robards, Claudia Cardinale. (1969) — Duncan Shepherd
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