One of the finest films ever made about war.

Like every true artist Gulley Jimson is on a quest for the perfect canvas for his vision of, in this case, The Raising of Lazarus, be-it on a wall, a ship’s hull or a condemned church.

The year is 1933. FDR has just replaced Hoover, the economy is still in the toilet, Hitler has consolidated power in Germany, and American women have declared that so long as money is tight and the job market even tighter, they’re going to fuck. A lot.

Yes, it is madness…Normally I strive to be elevated in my criticism, preferring the lofty and the urbane to rank obscenities and childish adjectives. Now, however, I must resort to the only words available to me — Once Upon a Time in the West kicks fucking ass!