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As always, the Wild West is filled with bandits and thugs. Terrorism flourishes in a small town until the protector of the weak and oppressed, Django, appears. He appears out of nowhere, dragging a coffin with a "secret" on a rope. A difficult mission to protect the oppressed, but, as always, doable, even more so if Django takes over.

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Eternally young, eternally sober, at ease-phlegmatic, stoically restrained and traditionally imposing Franco Nero has already rang out seventy-five. And exactly half a century from this significant figure, the charming Italian is known as Django - a folk hero, a shooter without a miss and a restless soul, proclaiming harsh justice around him. One of the most recognizable images in the history of spaghetti westerns has been exploited so many times over the years that a humble avenger would hardly have liked it. In contrast to Eastwood's Man without a Name, Django had his own little story, although he was in no hurry to share it with anyone. A gloomy, serious, mysterious loner with a coffin crawling along a muddy road behind his back - such was the symbol of the magnum opus Sergio Corbucci. Unlike the namesake Leone, he did not specialize in westerns, being a generalist director, and the alliance with Nero was truly triumphant only once. Despite this, the legend of Django has become a colorful example of how the emphasized low budget of the painting, its undisguised exploitative essence, as well as its not the highest artistic value do not in the least interfere with the conquest of cult status.

Of course, the picture was shot at the right time. The mid-sixties is the peak of the genre's popularity, and tough men in traditional hats, with bristles on masculine faces and crumpled cigars in their teeth did not need the famous Wayne realism. But even with such simplified characteristics, "Django" managed to seriously surpass the similar tape "For a Fistful of Dollars" in the attraction of plot components. It is no coincidence that the city where the hero was heading is called Tumstone. A brothel with eternally giggling inhabitants, flaunting in the most conspicuous place, is the same gravestone as all other houses in this depopulated place. In order to emphasize the gloomy essence of the city being filmed, Corbucci sarcastically over the local arid climate and flooded the streets with non-drying mud. It is not clear where the quicksands that have come from on the outskirts are like a giant plum, where just the place is for dozens of scum who share power over the grandiose dung heap instead of a flourishing city. And is it any wonder how the very first guest with an unclouded and clear gaze, at the same time capable of confidently handling the Colt, becomes doomed to fame and recognition?

"Django" easily takes the bar of men's cinema and achieves the title of "uncouth rough". Corbucci was alien to any Western aesthetics. In pursuit of colorful violence, he ignored the overall coherence of everything that happened. The true motives of the lonely warrior remain undisclosed, and he does not at all give the impression of a subtle strategist, purposefully sowing bloody discord between the two factions. Safely hiding himself somewhere in a holster, with mocking indifference looking at the beauty undressing in front of him, Django manages to make an impression stronger than in the shooting scenes. But, perhaps, his character is revealed most fully towards the end of the film, when inhuman pain becomes obvious. The brutal executions, cynical comments and the genuine ruthlessness of the order reigning in the Wild West were given to Corbucci best of all. It's amazing how, with such non-childish attributes, neither the city itself nor the gloomy atmosphere lose their specific charm. And if we leave aside the title character for a while with his shooting mac, the tape is immediately remembered by the cut off ear of an unlucky soldier. This scene does not add any development to the plot, but it contains the whole essence of the tape as a simple, completely artless, order of meaningless, but extremely honest, cowboy-style uncompromising action, the crown of which is retribution.

Thanks to the numerous and respected admirers led by Tarantino, "Django" remains at the hearing, and references to it are found and, apparently, will be met for a long time in the future. The answer is obscenely simple - people need heroes. On the face of Franco Nero, poor in terms of emotions, you can find answers to many questions, and in the first place about the nature of the frightening superiority of brute force over civilized diplomacy. Whatever one may say, but a timely and accurate shot from a faithful revolver turns out to be much more effective in confrontation with a superior enemy. Unlike the first Eastwood heroes, Django not only closes the plot on his tightly knocked figure - he himself is the plot, and all the other characters, the uncomfortable city and dirty surroundings only complement it. Corbucci was able to afford a bunch of absurdities, such as a futuristic machine gun with infinite ammunition, or broken arms that did not interfere with burst firing - because in the main he was definitely not mistaken. The hero invented by an Italian filmmaker, and now more alive than all living things, condescendingly looks at the shortcomings of the picture named in his honor and drags a faithful coffin to open it at the right time.