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24th Apr2025

‘Death Rides a Horse’ Blu-ray Review

by Phil Wheat

Stars: John Phillip Law, Lee Van Cleef, Mario Brega, Luigi Pistilli, Anthony Dawson, Jose Torres, Franco Balducci | Written by Luciano Vincenzoni | Directed by Giulio Petroni

Every so often, a film gallops out of the dusty plains of cinema history and plants its boots squarely on your chest. Death Rides a Horse, directed by Giulio Petroni, is one such Spaghetti Western that does more than check the genre’s boxes; it kicks them over and sets them on fire with an icy stare and a whiff of Ennio Morricone’s signature music trailing behind.

I went into Death Rides a Horse expecting nothing more than the usual revenge-fueled romp through tumbleweeds and six-shooter justice. What I got instead was a surprisingly tight, brooding, and stylishly constructed tale of vengeance – one that refuses to rush and, instead, simmers like a slow-burning fuse winding its way to an inevitable explosion.

The story is deceptively simple: Bill (played with stoic intensity by John Phillip Law) witnesses the brutal murder of his family and spends the next fifteen years training to hunt down the men responsible. Enter Lee Van Cleef’s Ryan, a grizzled gunslinger just released from prison and a man with a past tangled in the very same massacre. What follows is not just a revenge tale, but a tense, near-psychological duel between two men bound by blood and betrayal.

Van Cleef is magnetic here. He plays Ryan like a wounded panther, all coiled menace and measured grace, delivering lines with that dry, sardonic twang only he could perfect. Law, while stiffer, serves as a fitting counterbalance – youthful rage matched against experienced grit. Their uneasy alliance is the heart of the film, tinged with resentment, suspicion, and reluctant respect. It’s a dynamic that feels fresh, even within a genre teeming with variations on the mentor-protégé theme.

What sets Death Rides a Horse apart is its visual style. Petroni, like Leone before him, paints in broad cinematic strokes – extreme close-ups, prolonged silences, and wide vistas that feel almost mythic. But unlike Leone, Petroni imbues the film with a colder, almost fatalistic edge. There is little romanticism in this West; it’s a place where justice is brutal, and mercy is an afterthought.

And then there’s Morricone’s score. A haunting mix of percussive stabs, twanging guitars, and melancholic whistles that lingers in your bones long after the final bullet is fired. The theme that recurs every time Bill remembers the massacre is one of the most effective uses of a signature tune I’ve encountered in the genre.

Is Death Rides a Horse a perfect film? No. It occasionally sags under its own gravitas, and Law’s performance doesn’t always match the depth of the material. But it is a memorable one. A film that rides the line between operatic vengeance and stripped-down grit with surprising finesse and might just be one of the most underrated Spaghetti Westerns of the era.