aka Viva Django
Dir. Ferdinando Baldi's film was set to have original Django Franco Nero return to the role, but then Nero went to Hollywood and the job went instead to Italian-born Terence Hill, who did a mighty fine job at filling in.
It's a story of multiple betrayals and, not surprisingly, some stolen gold. Ambushed and left for dead, Django bides his time until a deserved payback can be extracted. When it arrives it's not as bloody nor as good as the original, but it at least respects it and the music (by Gianfranco + Giampiero Reverberi) is top class. If the ADR had been up to the same standard, the unfortunate tension-killing lack of atmosphere elsewhere might've been avoided.
2½ walking dead men out of 5
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