Went for a classic western for tonight's watch.
The kind of movie that would make you remember why you love movies.
The opening scene where Charles Bronson guns down 3 familiar faces.
The buzzing, the creaking, the dripping.
That gorgeous Ennio Morricone score.
The zoom in on Henry Fonda's blue eyes and his murderer's glare.
Claudia Cardinale's beauty against the grizzled faces all around her.
The long slow silences and then the sudden violence.
The build up to those violent moments that are so much more interesting than the carnage that follows.
The sand blasted, sun hardened visages.
The harmonica belonging to Harmonica.
That final realisation of his thirst for vengeance.
This scene. One of the most beautiful scenes ever shot and one of the cruelest things you'll ever see.
The haunting music playing over it.
That well earned revenge. That really means nothing at all.
Absolute perfection.
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