This is a fairly obtuse Western, filmed altogether too dark and muddy that comes complemented by circus trapeze artists, midget clowns and dancing girls. There's also the hint of a homosexual flavor peppered throughout, with two shaggy males dancing cheek to cheek in an opening scene, and glistening male torsos swinging from bar to bar above the big top. It's an odd environment in which Cat Stevens (Terence Hill) recovers from a bullet wound while planning his revenge on an outlaw named Finch and land swindler Honey Fisher, portrayed by Victor Buono.
That's about as much as I could glean from my viewing of the film, with the first third of the story a large question mark as to where things were going. It didn't help that a lot of the story seemed to be taking place in the dark, whether by accident or on purpose, with the result about the same, making it difficult to follow. As a result, the final showdown between Stevens and Finch seemed anti-climactic, as did the downfall of Fisher.
Maybe a repeat viewing would help, but that's not going to happen.
That's about as much as I could glean from my viewing of the film, with the first third of the story a large question mark as to where things were going. It didn't help that a lot of the story seemed to be taking place in the dark, whether by accident or on purpose, with the result about the same, making it difficult to follow. As a result, the final showdown between Stevens and Finch seemed anti-climactic, as did the downfall of Fisher.
Maybe a repeat viewing would help, but that's not going to happen.