Actually it's not as awful as its reputation, well OK it's not very good either, but there is still a uniqueness to the story that warrants interest, and it's hugely enjoyable in that unintentional way.
William Shatner stars as "two" brothers of mixed race raised on a Comanche reservation. The one brother is Notah, a peyote taking bad boy who firmly follows the "not very" Comanche way and enjoys killing and raping white folk, the other is Johnny Moon, living as a white pale eyes dude who is a dandy with a pistol and fed up of being mistaken for his brother. So much so Johnny says enough is enough, it's time to have a duel and vanish his brother from the planet. As Johnny goes about his ways in the town of Rio Honcho, where he is building in preparation for "the duel", he has to deal with suspicious folk, bounty hunters, the alluring town vixen Kelly (Rosana Yanni) and the wise old sheriff (Joseph Cotton) who is simultaneously trying to avert a range war and keep an eye on Johnny.
What unfolds, in a blurry collage of bad dubbing, bad sound effects, bad musical scoring, bad acting and bad stereotyping, is a Freudian tinged tale of doppleganger complex and perverse Stockholm/Lima Syndrome type kinks. Director (and I use the term lightly) José Briz Méndez more or less just lets "The Shat" have his day in the Madrid sun, giving him the chance to be Clint Eastwood and Henry Brandon for one movie only. There's a nasty edge to the whole thing, which would be insulting were it not so ludicrous, but damn is it funny! And I'm not just talking about Shatner's ill fitting pants.
Poisonous paella served at the cult café. 5/10
William Shatner stars as "two" brothers of mixed race raised on a Comanche reservation. The one brother is Notah, a peyote taking bad boy who firmly follows the "not very" Comanche way and enjoys killing and raping white folk, the other is Johnny Moon, living as a white pale eyes dude who is a dandy with a pistol and fed up of being mistaken for his brother. So much so Johnny says enough is enough, it's time to have a duel and vanish his brother from the planet. As Johnny goes about his ways in the town of Rio Honcho, where he is building in preparation for "the duel", he has to deal with suspicious folk, bounty hunters, the alluring town vixen Kelly (Rosana Yanni) and the wise old sheriff (Joseph Cotton) who is simultaneously trying to avert a range war and keep an eye on Johnny.
What unfolds, in a blurry collage of bad dubbing, bad sound effects, bad musical scoring, bad acting and bad stereotyping, is a Freudian tinged tale of doppleganger complex and perverse Stockholm/Lima Syndrome type kinks. Director (and I use the term lightly) José Briz Méndez more or less just lets "The Shat" have his day in the Madrid sun, giving him the chance to be Clint Eastwood and Henry Brandon for one movie only. There's a nasty edge to the whole thing, which would be insulting were it not so ludicrous, but damn is it funny! And I'm not just talking about Shatner's ill fitting pants.
Poisonous paella served at the cult café. 5/10