I thought a non-Garko “Official” Sartana pic would be more jarring, but George Hilton is absolutely fine in the role, IMO. I guess a black suit, black coat and black hat, and you’re set. Some of these second tier Spaghs tend to blur together in terms of plot and whatnot (blah blah gold, blah blah Mexicans, blah blah cash-obsessed femme fatale, blah blah corrupt town official, blah blah double/triple/quadruple-crossing bastards), but I am Sartana, Trade Your Guns For a Coffin manages to distinguish itself, if not by a substantially more engrossing plot then at the very least by a great lead character as ever - whoever’s playing him - some nifty improbable gadgets as is befitting of the series, and a fantastic opposite number in the form of the foppish, parasol-swinging Sabbath. Gripes? Hm, well, it moved at a fair lick but as it ended, I felt it had barely got going. I don’t mean that in the more positive “Leave 'em wanting more” sense either, I mean that it felt that not much had happened. But beyond the insubstantiality, I enjoyed it (was there some split-screen chicanery there when Sartana was pitted against Mantas and his hombres, or did the screen just fck up? I couldn’t be sure! ;D). The Sabbath/Sartana peacock display at the end (like a sort of lower-end but also 'roided-up version of Manco/Mortimer’s hat blasting from FaFDM) was absolutely brilliant. Reminded me of that episode of The Simpsons when Homer joined a gun club and was using his gun to turn the lights out, open his beer etc. ;D. Even the "Fcking WHAAAA?!?" ending made me smile.