CinemaSerf
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Dec 28, 2025
When “Delilah” (Anna Thomson) rather foolishly makes light of the size of her client’s pecker, he turns to a bit of slice and dice that leaves her disfigured. The sheriff “Little Bill” (Gene Hackman) is no stranger to his imposing his own form of restitution on perpetrators, but in this case a few ponies isn’t enough for the women of the Big Whiskey whorehouse and so they send for “Munny” (Clint Eastwood). He used to have quite a reputation with a gun, but has latterly eked out a living with his children rearing pigs - and fairly diseased ones, at that. When he hears of the crime he decides to take one last bounty hunting job and recruits his old sparring partner “Ned” (Morgan Freeman) and his rookie - the altogether over grandly named “Schofield Kid” (Jaimz Woolvett) and sets off for revenge. Meantime, the ever-mean sheriff has taken a bit of a dislike to the travelling “English Bob” (Richard Harris) who soon discovers that his fancy talk of the Queen and his fine suit offer little protection from a vengeful megalomaniac who abuses his tin star as and when he please - either with his fists, his boots or his bull-whip. When “Munny” arrives in town, it’s fair to say that he’s a bit out of shape and no match for his new nemesis, but is this all part of a plan to get the lay of the land and some intelligence so the trio can begin to avenge “Delilah”? As ever with Eastwood films, the dialogue is sparse and apart from a few quips from Harris, there isn’t really that much said at all here. It’s all about the visuals of brutality and violence, and Hackman positively sweats an inhumanity to his fellow man that raises the hairs on your neck. Freeman and Woolvett also contribute well as the sheriff begins to realise that “Munny” might just be a man to be reckoned with after all. Eastwood is fine here, but he is eclipsed by an Hackman who just had more of the film, more of the vileness and the whip hand - and if I’m honest I thought the conclusion a bit rushed and disappointing as what we expected to happen just needed some Ennio Morricone to finish things off. It’s a dark and gritty evaluation of the pioneering lifestyle of the American west where a culture of survival of the fittest really did prevail, and there’s even a little bit of moral compassing thrown in, too. Powerful stuff that I think might be the last of the great revenge westerns.