He, He, I always knew you weren’t joking. And I certainly respect your (every) opinion.
It even hurts me to say this, because I like Sollima’s SWs, and it was the Koch DVD box that was 2 years ago the starting point for my growing interest in SWs, so I owe him much.
Corbucci could have been a brillant director, but he had wasted his talent in dozens of shitty films, but even in most of his lesser films you can find some flashes of brillance, a brillance most of all the other filmmakers could only dream of.
Sollima was a very capable director, but I can’t find no brillance in his films.
And his character development, a rare thing in SW, which generally are interested in using character stereotypes, is interesting, but also not too complex. Not if I compare it with Ingmar Bergman, Mike Leigh, Eric Rohmer etc, or even with many superior american westerns.
And in Run Man Run he is also working mostly with stereotypes instead of characters, but very effective. His intellectual stamp is here more existing in the side plots, than in the main story, which works in the sense of an adventure film.
On the other hand is the character development of Milian in Face to Face from a brutish gangster to a good man (Gutmensch is the proper german word) not very convincing. And Berger’s Siringo isnn’t developed at all. That’s why I prefer the easier going Run Man Run to the more complex Face to Face.
And he was not a great director of action scenes. The larger shoot-outs between Van Cleef and Nieves Navarro’s cowboys (Big Gundown) and between Milian and the corrupt deputys (Face to Face) are poorly made. But the Leone like ritualised shoot-outs at the end of The Big Gundown and Run Man Run are well done. But again, well done copys, no brillance.
But all this sounds too negative, and it shouldn’t because there are so many interesting things in these 3 films which certainly all belong to the top of the genre.
Maybe there is one brilliant sequence: The hunting scene near the end of the The Big Gundown. Also brilliant music in this one.
I have to apologise, but I fear my english is not good enough to express the complexity of my thoughts about Sollima’s works. Shit. Shit. Shit.