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Three years ago, Clint Eastwood-an unshaven, slit-eyed refugee from television's Rawhide-was glad to get an invitation from Italian Director Sergio Leone to star in a hokey little quickie to be shot in Spain. It was called A Fistful of Dollars, and the title proved prophetic: the picture was a smash. Leone and Eastwood collaborated again on For a Few Dollars More. Now they are back with The Good, the Bad and the Ugly-a title that might serve as the film's own capsule review...
...DOLLARS MORE. Those who like their westerns Italian style-full of narrowed eyes and curled lips-will appreciate this sequel to A Fistful of Dollars, with Expatriate American Actor Clint Eastwood repeating his comically cool impersonation of a bounty hunter...
...macaroni westerns" are the fastest draw in theaters from Youngstown to Yokohama. A veteran of spear-and-sandal epics, he converted to shoot-'em-ups three years ago. To lend a scent of sagebrush to his first western, Leone changed his name to Bob Robertson and imported Clint Eastwood, a lanky, rawboned drover on TV's Rawhide. Eastwood's image was too clean-cut for an antihero, so Leone added the necessary smudges-slouch hat, black cheroot, stubble beard and a ratty-looking scrape. For the villain's role, he hired veteran horse-opera heavy...
Ringo Cycle. Leone called the flick A Fistful of Dollars. Basketfuls of denaro would have been more like it. The film outgrossed Mary Poppins and My Fair Lady in Italy, will net an estimated $10 million on its $250,000 investment in worldwide distribution. The success raised Actor Eastwood's fees; he got $15,000 for Fistful, now commands $500,000 a picture. It also encouraged Leone. Pouring on the tomato sauce, he followed last year with A Few Dollars More, which has become the second biggest money maker in Italian film history (No. 1: Dino De Laurentiis...
Through it all, Eastwood walks around with a woolen blanket covering a fleece-lined vest and shirt-in the midst of what is supposed to be an El Paso summer. He and Van Cleef scarcely look at their victims before knocking them oft, never waste a shot, and never utter a sentence when a grunt will do-which gives the picture, despite moments of serious relief, the feverish aura of madcap comedy. For those who like an elemental western with galvanic gestures, a twanging score full of jew's-harps and choral chanting, and a lofty disdain for sense...