Uncle Jasper reviews: Son of Django (1967)

sonofdjangoSon of Django [Il figlio di Django] (1967)
AKA “Return of Django” & “Vengeance is a Colt 45″

Starring Gabriele Tinti, Guy Madison, Ingrid Schoeller, Daniele Vargas, Ignazio Spalla, Roberto Messina, Giovanni Ivan Scratuglia

Directed By Osvaldo Civirani


With all of the Django clone films and knockoffs floating around at the time, it was inevitable that somebody would get the bright idea to come up with the whole “Son of Django” concept. Yes! Think of all the opportunity! A young gunfighter picks up the mantle and takes on the violent legacy that his father left behind. There are virtually thousands of ways to make an interesting film involving Django’s son, unfortunately you won’t see any of them on display here. I would even go as far as to say that a film so ripe with opportunity as this would be impossible to fuck up, but Osvaldo Civirani manages to do so against all odds. He is basically handed the entire Django mythos and a genuine excuse to take any liberties he wants. He instead chooses to take none. Django’s son could have been virtually anything, but Civirani decides that it would be just A-OK if he was nothing more than a dull guy in dull clothes with a dull voice and a dull personality to cap it all off.

Click the play button to listen to the song from the film that introduces the Son of Django, “They Call Him Django,” while you read!

I’m not gonna shit down Gabriele Tinti’s throat too much here as I truly believe he was not given much to work with. He is no Franco Nero, that’s for sure… and I’m not even certain he’s an Anthony Steffen. His sour turn as Django’s son is simply the product of a bunch of uninspired, creatively-deficient filmmakers who really couldn’t care less about what they were doing.

This film is so piss poor and meandering in its execution that I literally had no clue who anybody was or what the hell they were doing for the first 30 minutes or so. We have a guy wandering around the hills alone. He gets his horse stolen, walks into town, gets mistaken for somebody else, shoots some guys, lands in jail, gets broken out of jail, and meets up with the guy who stole his horse. All of this just to introduce the horse thief, who ends up being a relatively minor player. It is only through a song about 30 minutes in that we realize that the main character is the son of Django, seeking revenge for the death of his father. What kind of lame cop-out is that? What respectable director really prefers to dole out major plot points through a song than through on-screen action? That shit might work on Broadway, but here in the realm of Spaghetti Westerns it does not.

Speaking of music, this film also features what has to be the most painful Barroom song and dance number I have ever seen. Some kitschy saloon singer breaks out into in an ear-piercing, played-up country twang as her two overly enthusiastic guitar players strum madly with excitement. It’s simply excruciating to watch as these three ham it up in what almost looks like an experiment with glue sniffing gone south.

Django’s Son and his quest for revenge is the only true motivation this film has going for it, but instead it decides to get mired up in some horseshit feud between rival ranchers and their hired thugs. We are treated to long, drawn out scenes of these two guys ordering their men out to fight one other, while each goes on and on about how much of a bastard the other is.

Riveting.

Somehow Django’s son gets involved, and through flashback realizes that one of the men may be the one who killed his father. This is further elaborated on by a mysterious priest who claims to be an ex-gunfighter who knew Django, and was there on the night of his death. Sensing that trouble is brewing, the priest decides to strap on his holster one last time. The priest is hands down the only interesting character in the entire film. There is something about religion and violence co-existing alongside each other that has always had a certain warped appeal to me. I really would have at this point preferred for the narrative to just forego the train wreck it had been carrying along for the previous hour and instead focus on the priest and his turmoil in reconciling his past life with his new one. But God forbid this film actually giving the audience something it wants. Instead we are treated to more mad-rancher screamin’ action and an anti-climactic saloon gunfight that begs for your interest with some admittedly cool stunt work.

Whatever. If you make it to the end of this film with even the slightest bit of interest, than you are a better man than me. I simply could not find the willpower. Just staying awake through the end was literally draining enough. This film plays out like a broken math problem, a repeating decimal that forges onward without rhyme or reason.

I did not enjoy myself here, it was incredibly boring and I’m only getting more bored writing about it. My review of Son of Django? Here it is:

Don’t see it.

That wraps up Week One of A Fistful of Djangos! Come back next Monday for Will’s review of the 1967 film, Don’t Wait Django…Shoot!

5 comments to Uncle Jasper reviews: Son of Django (1967)

  • Dude, yeah this one was pretty bad. It’s so disjointed. I didn’t mind the saloon song so much, not because it was good, but because I was laughing at it. By that point any emotion that relieved my boredom was welcome.

    I did enjoy that part at the end when the priest shoots the rope of a sign and it swings down to knock a baddie down. It’s such a Virtua Cop moment that I had to smile.

    And the French dude’s dubbing almost sounded like Hervé Villechaize.

    • Uncle Jasper

      I don’t know… I almost got the impression that they already had a story about rival ranchers and just plugged the son of Django in there as an afterthought. Maybe that’s not the case, but the movie is so loosely thrown together that it wouldn’t surprise me.

  • Good work. Watched the film a few days ago, but haven’t yet found inspiration to write the review for SWDB. I had the same experience during the fist 30 mns: I didn’t have a clue who was who and what the hell was going on. My idea is that this is a patchwork movie: it uses material from several (probably unfinished) movies to make one spaghetti western. Fidano did this on several occasions, and he was involved in the movie as production designer. Cheap rubbish. There are a few inspiring moments though.

    • Uncle Jasper

      Yeah, I definitely was left with that overall impression as well. The film seems so disjointed and awkwardly hashed together that being a patchwork movie would be the only viable excuse.

      Thanks for the comment and thanks for visiting!

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