The man who comes into the western town, with a wide hat, the pistol always at hand, he doesn’t look as if he will ever leave it alive again. This place is an open grave filled with the stench of death. Anyone lying in the gutter is either drunk or already dead. Anyone sitting motionless on a chair is either taking a nap or has a bullet in their head. The difference is hardly noticeable.
“Eureka” in the cinema: Time is a fiction – culture
