Anton Corbijn made an Italian Western that isn’t a Western. I’m not talking out of my ass. Watch it and you’ll understand. Clooney is perfect as the silent man with a gun that rolls into a quiet town. He fits seamlessly into every frame, expertly envisioned by Corbijn’s decades trained photographer’s eye. It’s a slow film, full of moments of observation that reveal more about what Clooney is feeling than words could. Words are distracting when all you need are subtle actions.
3½ spaghetti not included out of 5
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