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There are Westerns, and then there’s The Great Silence — a snow-bound howl of rage that feels less like a film and more like a premonition. Released in 1968, this was no sun-drenched tale of rugged men doing noble things. This was cold. Merciless. Unforgiving. Director Sergio Corbuccithe amazing talent behind 1966’s Djangoremoved any morality that might appear in a Spaghetti Western. What was left was something where the only thing colder than the blizzard was the human soul.
