A movie made in 1967 when I was 8 years old. It pleased my childhood seeing it several times, because Volontè was fascinating. Watched again in 2019, me being 61, I judge it with my mind I got now. The film is no longer as great as in my childhood, despite the music of Bacalov-Morricone and the presence of Kinski (who plays a very special role as a priest throwing grenades in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit) and Beswick(which is not such a great beauty). Only Volontè remains fascinating. I never liked Lou Castel.
Review of A Bullet for the General
