
“Senor, you are an American? You like Mexico?” asks a chipper Hispanic boy. Bill Tate, jaded anti-hero of “A Bullet for the General” (1967), looks down at the smiling youth.
“No, not very much.”
It’s tough to imagine a more joyless and Machiavellian protagonist than Tate, a ruthless bounty hunter who makes similar characters in other spaghetti westerns look downright noble. Perhaps it’s because “A Bullet for the General” was early in a wave of Zapata westerns, a subgenre of spaghetti westerns with much more overtly Marxist underpinnings and extremely dark worldviews.

Though the film opens with Tate blankly watching a firing squad gun down a batch of scraggly Mexican revolutionaries, its politics remain largely submerged within the action set pieces and character dynamics for the first 2/3. The early train robbery scene is a masterpiece of upping-the-ante on traditional westerns. The conductor pulls the engine to a stop as he comes into sight of an obstruction on the tracks: a crucified military captain still barely alive. Anyone who tries to help him is gunned down by the encircling bandits. Chucho is in charge of the attackers, and soon has the passengers riddled to rags with gunfire. Tate cuffs himself a dead soldier’s manacles and allows himself to be taken in by the thugs. They’re pleased to have what they presume to be an American outlaw in their company.


Chucho’s gang includes the beautiful Adelita (Martine Beswick) and Chucho’s idealist brother El Santo (Klaus Kinski). When Kinski is playing the moral anchor and most sympathetic character in the movie, you know you’re in for nihilistic fun! Tate offers to help them bandits slaughter the government forces and gather arms to sell to the revolutionaries. Chucho becomes enamored with the idea of holding out in a poor town with their stock of weapons and volunteers, but his greedier pals don’t want to risk their lives without a clear profit to be made. When Chucho discovers a brand new machine gun, Tate decides to steal the weapon to lure the Mexican onward to the general.

The two lead men show plenty of chemistry, actually enhanced by the audience’s knowledge that Tate isn’t on the level and that both of the men are merciless killers. Chucho is enthusiastic and not very bright, an easy target for Tate’s manipulation, but the Gringo clearly warms to the companionship and brotherhood that Chucho offers. When Chucho finds Tate’s golden bullet, the bounty hunter claims it’s a lucky charm. The viewer can feel that their luck is soon to go down hill.
True to his hopes, the wagon full of rifles topped by the machine gun fetches a mouthwatering sum of $5000 for the small-thinking Chucho. He has fooled himself so well into thinking that he has supported the revolution with all his might that he is brought low when General Elias confronts him about abandoning the village. Apparently, the ill-trained, ill-equipped men that Chucho left behind were slaughtered in his absence. His brother Santo survived, and now jumps at the chance of getting his revenge. Chucho is so depressed and penitent that he agrees to be executed in the wasteland behind the camp. Meanwhile Tate loads his rifle on a nearby hillside.

Jump ahead to some time later and we see Tate collecting his bounty in gold (he turns down the paper money saying it’s “not the same.”) and returning to a fancy hotel. A drunk and distraught Chucho breaks in planning to kill his former friend, but Tate reveals that he has been waiting for him for several days. Tate is genuinely happy to see the only friend he ever made and readily splits the money with Chucho. In a state of shock, Chucho allows himself to be bathed, dressed and fed like a rich man.



Running between the tracks with the police in pursuit he whoops, throws off his hat and shouts back to the shoeshiner, “And don’t buy bread with that money, hombre. Buy dynamite!”
On the most superficial level, “A Bullet for the General” is an excellent revisionist western with regularly spaced action sequences that are clever and thrilling. Damiani knows exactly what additive touch will send a scene from cliché to inspired. Blowing a hole into a police fort by hiding explosives in a prostitute’s luggage too mundane? Why not synchronize the explosion with a cork popping off and have the prostitute take cover beneath her dainty parasol!



So whether you’re a fan of spaghetti westerns, buddy movies, dark anti-heroes, Marxist politics, moral crises or sprawling epics, this is a film that deserves your viewing.
6 comments:
I usually abhor Westerns, but perhaps I can break my embargo for this...
You should hate on traditional ones, not modern, revisionist, or...spaghetti
Also, the Katie rule is to avoid John Ford and John Wayne, especially the pairing of the two. : D
::Ducks from Molly's punch::
I agree with Katie that one has to distinguish between brands of westerns. There are a very few classic ones I like (only one by the highly overrated Ford), but I love spaghetti westerns and many American revisionist ones.
My taste runs towards the ones that broke out of the typical mold: El Topo, Dead Man, Lone Star, Django, Johnny Guitar, My Name is Nobody, etc. However, these are some classics I enjoy: Treasure of the Sierra Madre, High Noon, The Ox-Bow Incident, Bad Day at Black Rock, Rio Bravo and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.
To be honest though, I've seen less westerns than almost any other major genre. I tried to put together I top 100, and didn't have enough canindates! Oh well, some other day.
The only one I thought was charming was The Outlaw Josey Wales.
I found the political elements to be horribly dated, though this made for an interesting time capsule - I guess even 5 years later with Italy being in the grip of the Red Brigades this kind of movie simply couldn't have been made at all. Ignoring all circumstances, I still find the ending to be a cop-out - having Chuco either getting on the train or getting killed by Tate would have been much more fitting.
I think the politics are a little dated, too, especially since they are treated so flippantly and without really looking at the practical aspects of both the revolutionary and mercenery orginazations. My own lack of historical background, however, allows me to enjoy the action more as a purely narrative vehicle.
As for the ending, I love it exactly because it is not what you'd expect. It soars off into a flight of fancy (and in that sense it is a cop-out), but in so doing, it transcends the safety of the hopeful/hopeless dichotomy. For me, the political message is complicated here by the victory of anarchy over either communism or capitalism.
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