For the majority of the film, I really dug it. The “cartoonishness” of it all, the b-western vibe, the semi-tongue-in-cheek sensibility, very charming. And what to say about the hero’s golden attire, the guns hidden in the music instrument, the old man who basically lives in the town jail, etc. Lot of fun. I also enjoyed Mark Damon as that selfish, stylish, gold obsess bounty hunter, he really reminded me of Sartana with his smart-assery and snarky comments (often very funny). The juxtaposition of brutal killing and the happy-go-lucky attitude of the film was kind of weird though, it definitively lessened the impact of the violence.
What spoils the fun is the sheriff. I don’t think that a dumber lawman ever existed! In the beginning, I didn’t mind the fact that he was an incredibly dumb, self-righteous, moralizing and by the book dude (it was fitting with the atmosphere of the film), but it got to a point where his stubbornness, his refusal to free the completely and obviously non-dangerous (at least not dangerous for the good guys) Johnny, who was arrested for the minor offence of carrying an explosive (that he used as self-defense), became dangerous and deadly. I mean, people where forced to leave the town if they didn’t want to be massacred, he endangered his own family, forced his wife to participate in a gunfight, almost go his son killed, got part of the city destroyed and, worst of all, he’s responsible for the death of at least two townsfolk. All of that only to make a freaking point, just to stay true to his ridiculous principle! WHAT A JERK!!! He deserved to die, hell no, his son should have died so he’d live with that on his conscience. That’s how much I hated this guy. And don’t even get me started on the fact that completely brushed aside the death of Margie.
I loved the movie for most of it’s duration, but the last part got me so angry that I don’t know how to feel about it anymore. For a while I loved it a lot more than Minnesota Clay, but now I feel the opposite.