After reading all of the online reviews, I was really looking forward to this one. I love spaghetti westerns, but this one just fell flat. Franco Nero was pretty good, but his dialogue felt forced and was generally awful. The part where he called his former friend and mentor a "nigger" and then said, "Oh, I'm sorry" was ridiculous and totally out of place with the scene and his character.
The score started out very nice, but was absolutely ruined by the inane singing from what sounded like a drunk Phyllis Diller and a sober Boris Yeltsin. I actually think it was Franco doing the singing for the man and the old witch-like-soothsayer singing the woman's part.
In one of first "fight" sequences some bad guy gets a knife thrown at his hand, knocking out his gun. Cut to Keoma, who is approximately 1/2 a mile away, looking mean, having been the one who "threw" the knife. Must have been attached to a rocket.
The fist-fight scenes were pretty good, and when Keoma does the four finger thing - that was probably the coolest part of the film. They had some pretty good ideas for this film, with the relationship between Keoma and his father and his half brothers, but Castellari just couldn't put these ideas into a film that engages the audience. You cannot begin to compare this film with the likes of Leone or Corbucci in their prime.
I rate this film one notch below Petroni's, "Death Rides a Horse." I didn't much care for that one either, but it was slightly more entertaining than "Keoma."
The score started out very nice, but was absolutely ruined by the inane singing from what sounded like a drunk Phyllis Diller and a sober Boris Yeltsin. I actually think it was Franco doing the singing for the man and the old witch-like-soothsayer singing the woman's part.
In one of first "fight" sequences some bad guy gets a knife thrown at his hand, knocking out his gun. Cut to Keoma, who is approximately 1/2 a mile away, looking mean, having been the one who "threw" the knife. Must have been attached to a rocket.
The fist-fight scenes were pretty good, and when Keoma does the four finger thing - that was probably the coolest part of the film. They had some pretty good ideas for this film, with the relationship between Keoma and his father and his half brothers, but Castellari just couldn't put these ideas into a film that engages the audience. You cannot begin to compare this film with the likes of Leone or Corbucci in their prime.
I rate this film one notch below Petroni's, "Death Rides a Horse." I didn't much care for that one either, but it was slightly more entertaining than "Keoma."