Weirdo Westerns 003:And the Crows Will Dig Your Grave


The solarized opening credits will always make me think of westerns, a dug deep inspiration.  Sunbleached  & parched, the dry desert  air breeds men who kill, lust after gold and justice, compensate for there hubris with horserides and rifles shooting point-blank.  Men with cigarettes at dinner tables discuss anything but what is relevant.  Or only what is relevant, there is no way to be sure.

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