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Burt Reynolds is Navajo Joe. That's probably all you need to know to know that this movie isn't good. I've trained myself to ignore the dubbing, though it's still a mystery why every male voice has to be a gutteral snarl. Ennio Morricone's score elevates this from junk status.

A great soundtrack by Morricone. =)

There are absolutely pointless zoom-ins and close-ups every few scenes, and it makes Corbucci's attempts at another Westploitation hit come off as amateurish. Like "Django", the best part of the film is the theme song; unfortunately, it's played practically every 5 minutes so you'll be hearing "NA-VA-JO JOE, NA-VA-JO JOE" in your head for days.

This was Burt Reynolds' first leading role in a movie, and later he became ashamed of it and said it was the worst experience of his career. Understandible, because casting Reynolds as a native American was a screaming lapse in judgment. He is very wooden here, plus the movie is just cookie-cutter good-guy/bad-guy/revenge fare, and very lacking in the believability department.