Last night I watched A Fistful of Dollars (1964) for the first time.

I never used to be into westerns—maybe with one or two exceptions I saw as a kid, though I can’t remember their names. (One of them was a funny one where a guy drank onion juice and somehow became sharper and stronger—anyone remember that?)

But lately, westerns are growing on me. I really dig the accents, the way they speak, and their outfits.

That said, A Fistful of Dollars was an enjoyable watch. It had its flaws—some moments didn’t quite suspend disbelief—but overall, it was solid. Even rewatchable. I’d give it a 7 outta 10.

Looking forward to diving into the rest of the trilogy: For a Few Dollars More and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.