Film

Django

Name: Django
Genre: Action, Western
Released: 1966
Cast: Franco Nero, José Bódalo, Loredana Nusciak, Ángel Álvarez, Gino Pernice

Sergio Corbucci's mud-and-blood classic is the film that turned the spaghetti western nasty. Franco Nero's coffin-dragging drifter moves through a world with no clean side, just competing cruelties, and the violence lands harder than Leone's operatic gunfights. It's cheap, brutal, occasionally clumsy, and it built half the genre's iconography afterward. Watch it for the atmosphere, not the plot logic.

TMDb rating

7.2

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