When I was a kid the king of the Spaghetti Western was undeniably, "Clint Eastwood" Who was actually responsible for the creation and propagation of that so important genre of entertainment. With the collaboration of directors such as Sergio Leone, and Franko Nero, the Spaghetti Western, called by that name because the filming for the most part was done on the dryer plains of Italy. Hence the home of Italian cuisine became the home of the Spaghetti Western and Clint Eastwood was at it's forefront.
His immortal Character that has no name formed the tough guy psyche for many a modern teenage boy from, "The Good Bad And The Ugly." to today. That quintessential sneer and lightning fast draw built the moral of every growing young man of the sixties, seventies, and even now for those of us who hold on tightly to the nostalgia of the, "Mexican Standoff" don't sneeze because someone always get an overdose of 45 caliber lead. Riding off into the sunset and disappearing into the mist of the horizon is always the preferd method of exiting the scene practiced by his main Character, "He who has no name," often called, "Blondie" Is the character an Angel, is he a demon, or just the product of Clint's and Sergio's minds? That question should never truly be answered, for if it were the dreams and impressions of so many of us the true western hero would be dashed to bits on the rocks of the Nevada, Italian desert. I hold on to the faith of the story. Clint Eastwood carved out much of my adolescent idea of what it means to be a man. That is to shoot straight, look the bad guy in the eye and always ride your own horse.
In our minds all battle have been won.
Peace and Balance,
John
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