What a waste of my time!!!

The greatest movie ever made..!

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

Very good movie overall, highly recommended. Most of the negative reviews don't have any merit and are all pollitically based. Give this movie a chance at least, and it might give you a different perspective.

The spaghetti western heroes Django, Trinity, Sabata, Ringo and Sartana all fell victim to the strange copyright laws of Italy, where sequels to films just happen (such as how Bruno Mattei's Cruel Jaws was also shown as Jaws 5: Cruel Jaws). There are several non-cannon Sartana films, including Sartana Does Not Forgive, Shadow of Sartana... Shadow of your Death, Sartana in the Valley of Death, Trinity and Sartana... Those Dirty S.O.B.s and Alleluja & Sartana Are Sons... Sons of God. But today, we're here to discuss the fake Sartana crossing over with the fake Django. Confused yet?Sheriff Ronson (Fabio Testi, who lived with Ursula Andress and had a son with Edwige Fenech, so I regard him with some measure of respect and jealousy) is a newcomer to Black City. He learns that Willer, Sanchez and their men are the law in town. But now Django (Hunt Powers, who is now known as Jack Betts,. He started his career in spaghetti westerns before becoming an American character actor) is here, ready to settle an old score with the bad guys.So where's Sartana? Well, at the end of the movie, the Ronson tells Django that around some parts, that's what they call him. No, no they don't. I know Sartana, sir. I have watched his movies. And you are no Sartana.This film is directed by Demofilo Fidani, who some call the "Ed Wood of spaghetti westerns" as he often used more well-known character names in his films and has absolutely no regard for continuity. He directed mostly westerns, although he did create a giallo in 1972, A.A.A. Masseuse, Good-Looking, Offers Her Services.There's one good gunfight and not much else happens, to be honest. If you're watching this and are excited to see inventive weapons and a weird sense of humor - like the other Sartana films - you are bound to find this entry lacking.

The small desert town called Black City is besieged by a brutal band of bandits led by the villain Bud Willer (Dean Stratford) and ruthless Mexican called Paco Sanchez (Benito Pacifico). The gang holds up the Tombstone bank and flees with his loot . Earnest Jack Ronson/Sartana (Fabio Testi) arrives in town to establish law and order . Mysterious bounty hunter named Django (Jack Betts or Hunt Powers) helps Sartana out. They also help Peter's Widow (Simonetta Vitelli or Blondell , Demofilo Fidani's daughter and starred several films of his father) who was murdered by a gang of vicious outlaws . As astute Django and an inexperienced Sheriff join forces to terminate a reign of terror carried out by a brutal band of criminals . But shrewd bounty hunter Django imprisons Sartana and after that , mysterious Django faces off a duel against the crazed Bud and then the Mexican Sanchez seeks vendetta . Stubborn and cunning Django along with saintly roving gunslinger Sartana take on Sanchez .This below-average Ravioli Western packs thrills , action , brawls , crossfire and drags at times , balancing in ups and downs . The movie has the typical Spaghetti characters , as the violent facing , greedy antiheroes, bloody and spectacular showdowns, quick zooms , extreme baddies but being wretchedly directed . Here unite forces two mysterious heroes from Spaghetti Western : Sartana and Django , their history is the following : The first movie on Sartana as an avenger hero was by Frank Kramer (Gianfranco Parolini) interpreted by John Garco or Gianni Garco or Gary Hudson , besides it was starred by Klaus Kinski and William Berger . As always , the mythic personage appears elegant and dressed in black and with a killer look . After being continued by Alfonso Balcazar ¨Sartana non perdona or Sonora¨with Jorge Martin and Gilbert Roland . Miles Deem directed two Sartanas which are considered awful . Anthony Ascott (Giuliano Carmineo) realized several movies with George Hilton who replaces to Garco . Hilton plays more natural and roguish than Garco who was cold and peculiar . Garco starred various Sartanas with Carmineo as ¨¨Sartana the gravedigger'(69) , ¨Light the fuse Sartana is coming¨(71), among others.After successful original ¨Django¨ by Sergio Corbucci with Franco Nero , it was followed by several imitations , rip offs and cheesy copies , such as : ¨Pochi dollar per Django¨ or ¨Alambradas De Violencia¨ (1966) by Leon Klimowsky starred by Anthony Steffen , Gloria Osuna , Frank Wolff ; ¨El Mio Nome e Django¨ (1969) by Ferdinando Baldi with Terence Hill , Horst Frank , George Eastman ; ¨Django Le Bastard¨(1969) by Sergio Garrone with Anthony Steffen , Paolo Gozlino ; ¨¨Django defies Sartana¨(1969) by Pasquale Squitieri with George Ardisson and Tony Kendall ; ¨Ein Pressen Fur Django¨ or ¨Barro en Ojos¨(1971) by Edoardo Mulargia with Anthony Steffen ; and the official sequel titled ¨Il Grande Ritorno¨(1987) by Nello Rossati with Franco Nero , Christopher Connolly and Donald Pleasence .The picture was lousily directed by Demofilo Fidani or Miles Deem , considered to be the "Ed Wood of Spaghetti Western" and husband of Mila Vitelli Valenza ,a professional costume designer and father of actress Simonetta Vitelli , both of whom worked in various films of Demofilo . Fidani directed all kind of genres in low budget and exploitation pictures . He eventually had more pseudonyms than any working director in the world , similarly to Bruno Mattei . He followed shooting these taboo-breaking films with excursions into porno film , adventure , as ¨Karzan, Jungle Lord" and specially , Spaghetti as ¨Django and Sartana's Showdown in the West" , ¨Giù la Testa¨, "Sartana, the Invincible Gunman" , ¨El Sartana... l'Ombre Ta Mort¨, among others .

The plot line of this trashy Fidani saga is as non-existent as the inhabitants of the town in which it is set. Basically, a young fellow arrives in Black City to assume the position of Sheriff. The town is in the thrall of two minuscule outlaw gangs who spread terror amongst the elusive townsfolk. A mysterious bounty hunter(yes, you all know the type)turns up which then complicates things for the Sheriff.So, you and your mates are bored and decide to make you're very own Spaghetti western. Grab a couple of cameras, a hoard of props, scribble together some rough ideas using every western cliché there is and presto,this movie is the end result!. As with the other Fidanis The dialogue is excruciatingly dry and contains corny lines which have been spoken in every B western ever made. The Django and Sartana of this movie are two of the most uncharismatic anti heroes I've ever seen. The rest of the performances are filled by members of the "Miles Deem stock company",(Dino Strano, Dennis Colt, Simone Blondell etc.)who are just as wooden. For half of the movie we are forced to sit through painful conversations between one dimensional characters and then there's the longest and most incoherent flashback ever committed to film, which lasts at least 20 minutes. But hey, it's a Fidani trashfest,It's not supposed to be fantastic. In spite of the deliberate frustrating errors, this movie is very enjoyable.The action scenes are peppered with the usual Fidani stunts. Guys falling from balconies, tumbling down stairs and taking violent spasms as they pretend to get shot. The stunts are what is best about the film and will provoke a chuckle or two, which is what I love most about Fidani's westerns. The final shootout in the wind swept streets of Black city had next to no suspense but was fun to watch anyhow. I couldn't get over the part when Django walks out into the street to kill the outlaws whose main priority is to cover their faces with their scarves which subsequently proves detrimental to their lives. The fistfights were nothing spectacular and seemed to be thrown in to waste time, but were well choreographed and edited anyhow. Also, look out for the most intense arm wrestling contest ever seen(not). I can't quite put my finger on it but I find the bleak sandpit locations and constant emptiness of the town somewhat appealing.As a trashfan, I think it would be great if Spaghetti westerns like this were released in a boxset(region 2)as even though they lie at the bottom of the barrel, I enjoy them immensely. This movie makes for brilliant entertainment on a cold, dull, quiet afternoon or in the early hours of the morning when you are plagued by Insomnia. 7/10.

Shooting, killing, and name-dropping galore sums up what director & producer Demofilo Fidani's "One Damned Day At Dawn . . . Django Meets Sartana" (1970) does best. Hardcore Italian western fans will relish this non-stop, colorful, no-holds-barred orgy of gunplay and violence jammed into ninety bullet-blasting minutes. What "One Damned Day" does worst is tell an imaginative, coherent story with memorable characters, but Fidani—known to most as Miles Deem—never lets the plot get in the way of the pistol-packing pyrotechnics. Meanwhile, "One Damned Day" qualifies as the most generic spaghetti western that I have ever seen. Specifically, our two brave heroes: Django and Sartana appear virtually alike in looks and wardrobe with little to distinguish them from each other. Meaning, Fidani—who made at least five other oaters featuring the same title characters fanning their six-guns--and his uncredited scenarist give us precious little to individualize them. First, any well-versed spaghetti western fan knows that Django in his seminal incarnation as Franco Nero in Sergio Corbucci landmark western violated all the rules of Euro-western heroes. He dragged a coffin concealing a machine gun. However, Jack Betts—a.k.a. Hunt Powers—resembles the typical Hollywood western hero on horseback with his fast Colt's .45 revolver that he can shoot with unerring accuracy. Second, handsome Fabio Testi is practically unrecognizable as Sartana and projects neither the charisma that South American actor George Hilton earlier brought to the role nor the grit that Gianni Garko invested in his turns as Sartana. Neither of our heroes have any tricks up their sleeves nor do they spout any clever dialogue. They just shoot, kill, and ride like blazes. In an early scene, a group of grateful Mexican peasants pay tribute to Sartana as a sympathetic hero because he convinced them to re-open an abandoned mine that—as it turns out—still yields a fortune in money for them to meet their immediate needs. In other words, were they not named either Django or Sartana, we wouldn't know them apart or individually from the hundreds of other swift-shooting six-gunners that populated the spaghetti western. The villain—outlaw killer Burt Willer—is played by Gordon Mitchell look-a-look Dino Strano, and director Demofilo Fidani gives him more characterization than anybody else in this dandy dustraiser. He constantly argues with himself in a mirror while he plays poker with his reflection, only to warn his own image that he had better not cheat at cards! Okay, it may be going artistically out on a limb to suggest that Sartana and Django represent mirror images of themselves competing with a villain who has his own split-personality. As for the American and Mexican outlaws that constitute Willer's gang, they all look the same in their Stetsons/sombreros, right-handed six-shooters, unkempt beards and uncut hair. Moreover, they are all slim, trim, and athletic as all get out. You won't find any pot-bellied Bud Spencer or Mario Brega types in this cast. The best that you can say about all these corpses in search of our heroes' bullets is that stunt coordinator Benito Pacifico—if he didn't perform all the gags—has trained them well as they pitch, whirl, tumble, and smash into furniture, walls, or desert scenery when they take their slugs and die. Interestingly, most of them fall forward rather than backwards, but they look terrific doing it. Late in the last act, Fidani pulls out even more stops by having them photographed in slow motion like something out of a Sam Peckinpah bloodbath.The craggy mountain and desert style scenery are as stunning in its raw beauty as the babes who impersonate the dance-hall mistresses in this standard-issue European oater that benefits from a superior as well as atmospheric music score by composer Coriolano Gori. Gori puts a lot of snazzy jazz in his score with just enough Ennio Morricone bits and pieces to pay homage to the master. Gori's score deserves to be preserved on a soundtrack or at least the title tune should make a compilation disc. Again, the absence of a scenarist is interesting because "One Damned Day" delivers the bulk of its plot in the opening scenes. Burt Willer and his gang of cutthroat gunslingers have stolen an overdue U.S. cavalry payroll, and Willer wants to ensure that his gunmen and he make it safely across the border by kidnapping a beautiful but feisty American girl from a nearby ranch. The father as well as the authorities want to stop Willer and company before they—the villains—hightail it across the border, so they raise the rewards on them and Sartana and Django show up to cut several more notches on their pistol grips of their six-guns. Indeed, this western winds up on a predictable note, but not before three-fourths of the cast bites the dust. If you're a Euro-western fan and you want to kill 90 minutes with gusto, "One Damned Day At Dawn" is ideal entertainment.