Terence Hill, he of the beautiful eyes, makes an excellent Django. Here, Django is hired as an executioner by a crooked politician who was responsible for the death of his wife. Django sets about faking the hangings of the locals (who have been framed so that said politician can, as The Wurzels would say, get his hands on their land) and enlisting them to take their (and his) revenge. But things don't go according to plan (I mean, really, do they ever?) and greed gets in the way. Tightly scripted and well-acted for the most part, this film breezes along. The scene where the saloon (and a particularly nasty and narcissistic piece of work called Lucas) catches fire is splendid. The west looks uncharacteristically verdant but the splash of colour is quite a pleasing distraction. And the music was sampled heavily (or, if you prefer, ripped off) on "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley.