My Name Is Nobody

Having been there and done that, ageing gunslinger “Beauregard” (Henry Fonda) just wants to collect a certain $10,000 he is owed and set sail for a life of luxury in Europe. He has a problem. He has an early example of a super-fan (Terence Hill) who has other plans for his hero. Namely, to take on a “Wild Bunch” consisting of one hundred and fifty of the baddest of the bad. He doesn’t quite come out with this challenge up front; more like manoeuvre his increasignly more aware quarry through a series of scenarios that ultimately lead to a conclusion with a train, a rifle and some very meticulous planning. The “nobody” from the title is determined that whatever happens, there will not just be a blaze but a conflagration of glory but against so many heavily armed men what are the chances? Now there are plenty of threads to this plot that will look familiar to fans of this genre, but with Morricone at the musical helm; Fonda proving convincingly that it’s not just Eastwood who can deliver the dialogue-light, less-is-more, role and then the bright-eyed and mischievous Hill neatly holding it all together, we get quite an intriguing, lively and entertaining couple of hours that depicts the end of an era, oddly enough, for both men.