Yes indeed. It’s Spagvemberfest time again and, as the young American folk say, I’m super pumped!
And as this month is Steff month for me I have started the project at:
The Last Tomahawk (Reinl/1965)
The big guy’s first foray into the west albeit via Germany and Spain. and noticeably sans hat. You can expect me to be referring regularly to the hat choices in The Steffs western output as there are 2 clear phases of his sagebrush career; Little hat and Big Hat. But here is proof that to begin with he wasn’t ready to commit to either. To be fair, this was clearly due to the Winnetou and Shatterhand-esque nature of the film. All buckskin and braves. But hey, hats are important and I got the feeling throughout that he had just forgotten to put one on.
The Steff screen persona had clearly not been developed fully yet either. He is more facially animated than we came to expect but in truth he also has a lot less to do here as his character, although central, does not get nearly as much screen time as you might expect. Daniel martin as his noble Indian brother gets much more.
Anyway, we are kicked off. Let the Roll and shoots begin!