In a way, I don't understand why they make Westerns like this anymore. They're terribly derivative and bring nothing new to the genre. At the same time, I can say I never saw a Western I didn't like. This one, with its justice and revenge theme reminded me of Eastwood's "Hang 'Em High" right out of the gate, as homesteader Billy Rogers (Crispian Belfrage) takes up his guns to go after the polecats who raped and murdered his wife. He's aided midway in his effort by town Sheriff Morris (Russell Quinn) who was wounded by Bobby Durango's (Tanner Beard) outlaw gang during the story's opening robbery, and takes another bullet during the final showdown with the villain's new bunch. I didn't find any of Billy's confrontations with the individual members of Durango's gang to be that challenging, and his gunning down of Durango himself at the climax didn't look like much of an effort. Billy himself seemed to go out of character chasing down Durango in a half cocked fit of pique, quite unlike the methodical approach he took to tracking down each of the other outlaws. But as Billy, Belfrage had just the right look for an avenging gunslinger who might acquit himself better in a stronger film.
4 Reviews
"...where I was going, heaven wasn't close, but hell was breathing down my neck."
classicsoncall9 April 2022
Warning: Spoilers
A Superb Effort in Reviving The Spaghettis of The 60s
HughBennie-7774 July 2015
Warning: Spoilers
A welcome yet unimaginative take on your average revenge western, shot in Spain.
The script lines up a domino gang of killer-rapists to be exterminated by our hero. The authentic Tabernas and Almeria locations are beautifully captured in Olivier Merkx's cinematography and there is a cast of memorable faces. Most accompany decent performances and fulfill their roles. There are some well-shot action scenes, luckily free of any overly-clever gun- play of the spagehtti western genre. Directors Tanner Beard and Russell Cummings are also bold enough to include modern segments of atmosphere and surreal moods. These are the movie's highlights.
Lead Crispian Belfrage, as the protagonist, sports a strange accent and his early dirt-farmer scenes stretch credibility. He seems incapable of growing crops or doing much beyond hammering nails. This, until his wife's murder transforms him into a steely avenger.
The nasty gang of killers are exceptional, with Tanner Beard, himself, and his wretched crew filling the boots of earlier spaghetti hoods nicely--from Mario Braga to Lee Van Cleef. Both Aaron Stielstra and Ken Luckey are standouts.
The multi-artist score boasts an impressive Morricone song, but the original soundtrack pieces by Stielstra and others provide the movie some much needed depth and ominous atmosphere. Chris Casey also provides a thrilling action piece that deserves mention.
Overall, a movie that is fast and exciting, yet remains too unwilling to adopt a more imaginative story. This doesn't free it from its many cliché's. Still, check it out!
The script lines up a domino gang of killer-rapists to be exterminated by our hero. The authentic Tabernas and Almeria locations are beautifully captured in Olivier Merkx's cinematography and there is a cast of memorable faces. Most accompany decent performances and fulfill their roles. There are some well-shot action scenes, luckily free of any overly-clever gun- play of the spagehtti western genre. Directors Tanner Beard and Russell Cummings are also bold enough to include modern segments of atmosphere and surreal moods. These are the movie's highlights.
Lead Crispian Belfrage, as the protagonist, sports a strange accent and his early dirt-farmer scenes stretch credibility. He seems incapable of growing crops or doing much beyond hammering nails. This, until his wife's murder transforms him into a steely avenger.
The nasty gang of killers are exceptional, with Tanner Beard, himself, and his wretched crew filling the boots of earlier spaghetti hoods nicely--from Mario Braga to Lee Van Cleef. Both Aaron Stielstra and Ken Luckey are standouts.
The multi-artist score boasts an impressive Morricone song, but the original soundtrack pieces by Stielstra and others provide the movie some much needed depth and ominous atmosphere. Chris Casey also provides a thrilling action piece that deserves mention.
Overall, a movie that is fast and exciting, yet remains too unwilling to adopt a more imaginative story. This doesn't free it from its many cliché's. Still, check it out!
A Woebegone Tribute to Spaghetti Westerns
zardoz-1314 December 2017
Warning: Spoilers
The people who produced the half-baked horse opera "Six Bullets to Hell" craved the Spaghetti Westerns that stampeded across Techniscope screens in cinemas during the 1960s and the 1970s. This routine shoot'em up about revenge musters a few memorable moments as a grief-stricken husband rides out to slaughter the dastards who raped and murdered his pregnant wife. Actually, this twelve of December, straight-to-video release imitates the first part of Giulio Petroni's "Death Rides a Horse" (1967), co-starring Lee Van Cleef and John Phillip Law, and the last half of Sergio Leone's "For A Few Dollars More" with a town shootout. Not only have the producers acquired cues from composer Ennio Morricone's "The Big Gundown" (1966) soundtrack, but they have also staged their frontier fracas on the hallowed earth of Almeria, Spain, where Sergio Leone made his landmark Clint Eastwood "Dollars" trilogy. Clearly, "Six Bullets to Hell" constituted a labor of love for co-scripters and co-directors Tanner Beard and Russell Quinn Cummings. As a long-time Spaghetti western enthusiast, I applaud their lofty ambitions. Indeed, they had their hearts in the right place, but their heads were stuck somewhere else. This scrappy simulation of a Spaghetti Western on a skeletal budget is more often embarrassing for its kitschy quality. Characterization in "Six Bullets to Hell" is confined to the appearance and wardrobe of each person. The most memorable is the chief villain who totes a Winchester repeating rifle in a leather saddle scabbard strapped across his back. The dialogue is undistinguished, too. None of the cast look like they belong in a period piece. Happily, the corny dubbing smooths out some performances. One of the major shortcomings for avid Spaghetti western fans is the lackluster sound effects used for gunshots. Tanner & Cummings should have replicated the cacophonous Spaghetti western gunshots instead of the bland sounds on hand. Practically all sound in Spaghetti westerns was done during post-production, particularly the thudding hoofbeats of the horses and the mechanical sounds of revolvers as their hammers were either cocked or the cylinders twirled like roulette wheels. Lenser Olivier Merckx loves to shoot into the sun for an artistic flare effect, but these starbursts soon become tedious. He foregoes filters for exterior shots filmed within a room, so the outside light amounts to an impenetrable glare.
A gang of unsavory desperadoes shows up at a ramshackle ranch in the middle of nowhere. A pregnant lady, Grace Rogers (Magda Rodriguez of "The Riddle"), has been left her alone without so much as a shotgun, while her husband has ridden off to town for supplies. Bobby Durango (Tanner Beard) and his pistoleros rape and kill Grace for fun. Later, Durango strings up one of his own men, Nino (Nacho Diáz), who refused to participate in the rape. Imagine the shock that Grace's husband Billy Rogers (Crispian Belfrage of "Doc West") experiences when he returns to the ranch and finds Nino swinging at the end of a noose. Afterward, Billy discovers his murdered wife strewn lifelessly in bed. No, the filmmakers shrink from showing the savagery that Grace must have endured at their hands. Before they left the ranch, Durango blasted her in the belly without a qualm, and left her sprawled in a pool of blood. Naturally, grief overwhelms Billy when he stares at his dead spouse. He hauls Nino's corpse back to town. Sheriff Morris (Russell Quinn Cummings) takes Nino off his hands, and Billy finds himself the recipient of bounty on Nino. Earlier in the action, the filmmakers indulged in a bit of foreshadowing. Briefly, Sheriff Morris and his sidekick deputy had discussed Billy's lethal marksmanship skills with a gun.
Our hero digs a holstered Colt's revolver out a hope chest where he had relegated it after he quit his job as a lawman and decided to settle down. This moment evokes memories of the Spanish-lensed western sequel "Return of the Seven" (1966) when Chico pulled his trusty six-gun out of a chest. Decked out in black, Billy hits the vengeance trail, while Durango's unruly gang disintegrates. They object to the way that he splits their ill-gotten gains. Bobby appropriates half of everything, and they get to divide the rest. The best scene occurs when our grim hero confronts one of his wife's rapists in a saloon and guns him down in cold blood. Shortly before the rapist dies at Billy's hand, he protests that he is not armed. Neither was my wife replies our steely-eyed hero and then repeatedly fills him full of lead. This is as about as close as Tanner & Cummings come to depicting the amoral violence of the Spaghetti Western. Another beef that dyed-in-the-wood Spaghetti fans will have with this movie is the lazy way the gunshot-riddled extras expire. They don't hurl their hands high up and pirouette before crashing into a tangled heap. Instead, they fall down without any flair.
"Six Bullets to Hell" also pays tribute to the original "Magnificent Seven." The first time we see Durango and his dastards, they loot a church and find next to nothing in the poor box. The priest informs them that the congregation has stashed the bulk of their savings in a nearby bank. Nevertheless, the bad guys take the few pennies in the poor box, just as Calvera's bandits bragged about in the opening scene of "The Magnificent Seven." Sadly, the primary actors don't look rugged enough to convince us that they are capable of their heinous acts that they perpetrate. Crispan Belfrage looks like a sad sack version of a hero. In fact, nobody in this western can act worth a plug nickel. Some of the cast don't know how to handle firearms. A bare-bones valentine to the genre, "Six Bullets to Hell" makes some of the worst Spaghetti westerns look like masterpieces. Altogether, as gratifying an homage as it is to Spaghetti westerns, "Six Bullets to Hell" qualifies as lame from start to finish.
A gang of unsavory desperadoes shows up at a ramshackle ranch in the middle of nowhere. A pregnant lady, Grace Rogers (Magda Rodriguez of "The Riddle"), has been left her alone without so much as a shotgun, while her husband has ridden off to town for supplies. Bobby Durango (Tanner Beard) and his pistoleros rape and kill Grace for fun. Later, Durango strings up one of his own men, Nino (Nacho Diáz), who refused to participate in the rape. Imagine the shock that Grace's husband Billy Rogers (Crispian Belfrage of "Doc West") experiences when he returns to the ranch and finds Nino swinging at the end of a noose. Afterward, Billy discovers his murdered wife strewn lifelessly in bed. No, the filmmakers shrink from showing the savagery that Grace must have endured at their hands. Before they left the ranch, Durango blasted her in the belly without a qualm, and left her sprawled in a pool of blood. Naturally, grief overwhelms Billy when he stares at his dead spouse. He hauls Nino's corpse back to town. Sheriff Morris (Russell Quinn Cummings) takes Nino off his hands, and Billy finds himself the recipient of bounty on Nino. Earlier in the action, the filmmakers indulged in a bit of foreshadowing. Briefly, Sheriff Morris and his sidekick deputy had discussed Billy's lethal marksmanship skills with a gun.
Our hero digs a holstered Colt's revolver out a hope chest where he had relegated it after he quit his job as a lawman and decided to settle down. This moment evokes memories of the Spanish-lensed western sequel "Return of the Seven" (1966) when Chico pulled his trusty six-gun out of a chest. Decked out in black, Billy hits the vengeance trail, while Durango's unruly gang disintegrates. They object to the way that he splits their ill-gotten gains. Bobby appropriates half of everything, and they get to divide the rest. The best scene occurs when our grim hero confronts one of his wife's rapists in a saloon and guns him down in cold blood. Shortly before the rapist dies at Billy's hand, he protests that he is not armed. Neither was my wife replies our steely-eyed hero and then repeatedly fills him full of lead. This is as about as close as Tanner & Cummings come to depicting the amoral violence of the Spaghetti Western. Another beef that dyed-in-the-wood Spaghetti fans will have with this movie is the lazy way the gunshot-riddled extras expire. They don't hurl their hands high up and pirouette before crashing into a tangled heap. Instead, they fall down without any flair.
"Six Bullets to Hell" also pays tribute to the original "Magnificent Seven." The first time we see Durango and his dastards, they loot a church and find next to nothing in the poor box. The priest informs them that the congregation has stashed the bulk of their savings in a nearby bank. Nevertheless, the bad guys take the few pennies in the poor box, just as Calvera's bandits bragged about in the opening scene of "The Magnificent Seven." Sadly, the primary actors don't look rugged enough to convince us that they are capable of their heinous acts that they perpetrate. Crispan Belfrage looks like a sad sack version of a hero. In fact, nobody in this western can act worth a plug nickel. Some of the cast don't know how to handle firearms. A bare-bones valentine to the genre, "Six Bullets to Hell" makes some of the worst Spaghetti westerns look like masterpieces. Altogether, as gratifying an homage as it is to Spaghetti westerns, "Six Bullets to Hell" qualifies as lame from start to finish.
Purity of focus makes the whole greater than the sum of its parts
lotekguy-120 August 2021
This revenge oater is as tight and direct as any tale of its kind, whether western, Asian martial arts or contemporary crime. We quickly learn why our firm-jawed hero will do what he's gotta, and how richly the recipients of his titular bullets deserve their fate. No time is wasted on extraneous dialog or lengthy displays of scenery while riding from one encounter to the next. There's nothing remarkable about the cast as performers, but two of them (Tanner Beard, Russell Quinn Cummings) doubled as directors, and delivered a crisp, no-nonsense package. For those of us who watch a sh**load of movies, efficient storytelling like this is greatly appreciated.
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