Exclusive Review
By Kevin Grant · September 6, 2014
Opening with the sturm-und-twang of Ennio Morricone’s
‘Seconda caccia’, from The Big Gundown, and the killing of a cowering priest, 6
Bullets to Hell signals its intentions even before the rotoscope-style credits
gambol across the screen. Assembled on a miserly budget by a coterie of genre
aficionados and shot entirely in Almería and its environs, this US-Spanish
co-production is an unabashed love letter to the overheated vendetta westerns
that rolled in this region in the Sixties. The evocative music and familiarly
arid scenery are complemented by characterisations, costumes and gurning
close-ups culled from the Euro-western stylebook, while Olivier Merckx’s
radiant landscape photography achieves a resonance that more than compensates
for the rudimentary plot. Its premiere at this month’s Almería International
Western Film Festival ought to be one of the event’s hottest tickets.
Events center on the Bobby Durango gang, who follow up
ecclesiastical homicide by raping and murdering Grace Rogers on her isolated
farmstead, deep in the American southwest. Bobby displays his ruthlessness by
hanging one of his own men when he pleads for the woman’s life. They proceed to
rob the town bank but, in the meantime, Grace’s husband, Billy, has discovered
her body. Inevitably, Billy is a former gunfighter, and he resurrects his old
persona to pursue the bandits one at a time, overcoming stock Euro-western
obstacles – a hair-trigger card game that ends in violent death – and some
rather hapless opponents – including a London-accented Native American, who
injects a welcome dose of eccentricity. Equally inevitably, given the
influences active on the film, the scene shifts to Mexico for the final
reckoning.
In the spirit of the old Serie B westerns, the story is
little more than a framework. The film-makers have not aspired to the
grandiosity of Leone or Sollima, or the political point-scoring of Corbucci.
Co-directors Tanner Beard and Russell Quinn Cummings approach their bare-bones
revenge plot with the same ruthless economy demanded by the production as a
whole – at just under 80 minutes, there is scarcely scope for diversions or
thematic tangents. Despite or because of this, 6 Bullets is actually more
representative of the genre in its heyday – the kind of rough-and-ready,
no-frills fare savoured by grass-roots audiences in second-run cinemas – than
something more expensive and prestigious such as Django Unchained, which
proclaims its allegiances and inspirations with greater ostentation.
Just as numerous Euro-westerns, particularly in the early
days, assigned the lead role to an Anglo import, so 6 Bullets posits Britain’s
Crispian Belfrage as the aggrieved antihero. No stranger to the Euro-western,
having appeared as a Pony Express rider in Terence Hill’s Doc West and
Triggerman (both 2009), Belfrage imbues Billy Rogers with the requisite
intensity. He gets plenty of mileage from a penetrating hard stare, judiciously
captured in close-up, and an increasingly haggard, haunted expression. He
radiates hatred and communicates – partly via voiceover – an obsessive and
ruthless mind-set that denies him easy access to the moral high ground – he is
not above executing unarmed opponents, for example. “Life can be a son of a
bitch… can turn you into the devil you were before,” he muses, forging a
connection with every tormented western protagonist who tried to outride his
demons, from The Gunfighter’s Jimmy Ringo to Unforgiven’s Will Munny.
As well as being struck by his colleagues’ willpower and
collective work ethic (see The Resurrection of the Euro-Western), Belfrage was
impressed by his hosts. “The Spanish were fantastic to work with and they all
mucked in. They know they live in a special part of Spain, a sort of secret
place, yet they are all very humble about what they have and can do. In this
area they are all very talented horsemen and gunslingers, and so when it was
needed I got all the help I wanted to make the fight scenes and riding scenes
work. But this is the fourth western I have done, so I am starting to get the
hang of riding horses.”
The real star of 6 Bullets to Hell, however, is arguably
the landscape, ranging from the dusty ramblas of Tabernas to a rocky plateau on
the outskirts of Abla, near Granada, where Billy and Bobby settle their account.
The scenery is captured in all its austere majesty and changing moods by
Merckx’s dynamic photography, rounded off by some dizzying aerial shots
(courtesy of Spain-based specialists José Antonio Vela and Krasi Ivanov) during
the finale. In a visual sense, the level of detail may not match that of
Techniscope, but 6 Bullets demonstrates that digital photography, in the right
hands, can deliver impressive results. Indeed, when the budget and schedule are
as tight as they were in this case, it may be the only viable option. “We all
love film, but it’s just not practical [for us] to shoot on film,” says Tanner
Beard. “The great thing about making movies digitally, however, is that there
are so many advanced technologies in editing where you can make the picture
look any way you want. Not everyone has the budget in post-production to create
that, but the option does exist.”
Beard and Co. could well be venturing back to southern
Spain in the near future. “Silver Sail Entertainment actually has two films in
the works that may shoot in the Almería area,” he says, “and one is a very cool
spaghetti western.” Chip Baker Films, too, is planning another genre piece,
currently titled Reverend Colt (no relation to the 1970 Guy Madison/Richard
Harrison entry). As a tribute to the spaghetti westerns of yore (perhaps the
under-used ‘paella’ epithet would be more appropriate), 6 Bullets to Hell may
not be quite a full repast, but it is a satisfying taster of things to come.
[Reprinted by permission from Kevin Grant]
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