All spaghetti westerns are great. This one happens to be the best. It’s supposed to be the third and final part of the Dollars Trilogy of unconnected films. It is set in the Wild West around the American Civil War period.
Clint Eastwood is fantastic as the Man with No Name. There is something about the characters he played in such films. You don’t really see such characters in real life anymore but it would be interesting if you did.
I remember watching this out in the open, during winter, sitting at a barbecue pit after midnight, with a few cans of dark beer and a cigar. Memorable films should be watched in memorable circumstances. Even after all these years, it’s still unforgettable.
“But you’re wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from human relationships. God’s placed it all around us. It’s in everything. It’s in anything we can experience. People just need to change the way they look at those things”
— Christopher McCandless
“Aristotle be damned!
By Zeus and all the gods, what makes you so much better than them, Cassander? Better than you really are! In you and those like you is this!
What disturbs me most is not your lack of respect for my judgment. It’s your contempt for a world far older than ours!”
— Alexander the Great
“I cannot waste time with these classes and these books, memorizing the weaker assumptions of lesser mortals! I need to look through to the governing dynamics, find a truly original idea. That’s the only way I’ll ever distinguish myself. It’s the only way that I’ll ever… matter”
— John Nash
“You know the worst part?
The world didn’t stop. The newspaper still came every morning, the automatic sprinklers went off at six. Jerry next door still washed his car every Sunday.
My life ended and nobody noticed.”
— Phil Woodward
“You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”
— Carl Sagan
“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked…
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?”
— Kahlil Gibran