Trinity is probably wondering why he bothered returning home after a five year stint running from the law. His son Jimmy has turned into a whiny bitch who looks like Jamie Oliver, his daughter Betty doesn't even know who he is, and worst of all, his wife tells him if he picks up a gun again, he can leave for good! C'mon, who else was going to avenge his brother's death?
And what kind of world is this where a man can have three square and a roof over his head, yet can't stand up to the usual evil banker who is using hired goons to force people to sign over their land? That just makes Trinity look like a pussy in front of his own kids! There's also the bounty hunter Klaus Kinski lurking about the place too, chewing on a cigar and eyeing up Trinity. What kind of weapon can you use against Klaus Kinski if you don't have a gun? A mirror?
There were two things bothering me throughout this not bad, not great Western. One was the barman. The IMDb lists him as Gustavo Re, but I'm not fooled. That's the eighties version of Luciano Pigozzi! No doubt he got bored on the set of some Bruno Mattei action flick, invented a time machine, hopped back to 1972, created the Gustavo Re persona, and lived a different timeline until 'Gustavo' 'died' in 1979. Prove me wrong!
The other was the voice actor who dubbed the character Betty. I've heard that annoying voice before (and in no way it resembles a child either). I'm still none the wiser for who this is or what film I've heard it before. It might even be from some eighties Italian horror film, which just raises more questions about this film questionable position in the space/time continuum. And the film stars a Spanish guy going by the name of George Martin, and yet it is directed by a different Spanish guy also pretending to be George Martin.
Otherwise: bad guys, gunfights, inner turmoil, gunfight, film ends. NEXT!