Film

For a Few Dollars More

Name: For a Few Dollars More
Genre: Western
Released: 1965
Cast: Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef, Gian Maria Volonté, Mara Krupp, Luigi Pistilli

Sergio Leone's sequel to A Fistful of Dollars turns the lone gunslinger movie into a duel between two professionals — Eastwood's taciturn Manco and Lee Van Cleef's coldly formal Colonel Mortimer — both hunting the same psychotic bandit for the same bounty. It's operatic, patient, and gorgeously mean, with Morricone's score doing half the acting. Essential if you like your westerns slow-burning and your showdowns to feel like chess.

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