This is a very decent, if somewhat obscure, spaghetti Western. It lacks a famous-name director like Sergio Leone or American male stars like Clint Eastwood or Henry Fonda, or even Cameron Mitchell (the lead is the journeyman European actor Mark Damon), but it has one principal strength–Rosalba Neri as the sexually voracious villainess. Neri today tends to be labeled as a “scream queen”, casting her into category with a lot of more modern-day American bimbos with little talent beyond taking off their clothes. Neri, however, was a very good actress, even if she was usually dubbed into English. She had a ten or fifteen year career under her belt before she started regularly stripping off in the last few years before she retired in the early 70’s (and even though she was in thirties by then and didn’t have the benefit of modern-day plastic surgery, she managed to outshine the present-day “scream queens” even in that department).

More importantly though, she was actually in good movies now and then–and this is one of them. Neri plays the young widow of a wealthy man (whose murder she herself no doubt arranged). She finds out that her late husband left his fortune to his gunfighter nephew, Johnny Yuma (Mark Damon), so she beguiles her various lovers and her sleazy brother into trying to murder him. The plot gets a little confusing at times, but you never lose interest when Neri is on the screen. She is deliciously evil and quite sexy, even though she only strips for her parrot(!) and not the viewer in this early role. Check it out if you like spaghetti and saucy Italian actresses.