That Dirty Black Bag: Spaghetti Western Series Painfully Lacks Flavor

That Dirty Black Bag belongs to a grizzled bounty hunter named Red Bill (Douglas Booth). It's full of the heads of the meanest, nastiest outlaws he killed because "a head weighs less than a body". Red Bill is on the path for revenge, hunting for a man who murdered someone close to him. He arrives in a dying, thirsty town called Greenvale and immediately pisses off the corrupt local sheriff (Dominic Cooper), who has stolen a chunk of Federal cash and is willing to kill as many people as possible to cover it up. The local land baron Mr. Thompson (Patterson Joseph) is trying to starve out honest farmer Steve (Christian Cooke) so he can finally get his land to dig for gold. Steve has a tortured romance with local madam Eve (Niv Sultan) who has dreams of saving the nearly dead town with fair prices for water. Lots of people are shot and maimed. Hilarity ensues.

That Dirty Black Bag: Spaghetti Western Show is Just Empty Pastiche
"That Dirty Black Bag" poster: AMC+

That Dirty Black Bag dropped its pilot episode with virtually no fanfare on AMC+ this week, a pastiche or update of the Spaghetti Western as a new TV series that seems to just spin its wheels. The show fails to ask that big question: Why should we care? It has all the tropes of the Spaghetti Western – gory violence, an overall cynicism about the human condition, villainous landowners pushing out farmers, desert frontier locations (usually Spain rather than any actual US location), a slightly weird antihero, corrupt sheriffs. This is really a TV show that's cosplaying as a Spaghetti Western. It has a bigger budget than most of the original movies in the 1960s, but it lacks its substance.

The movies may not always have been good, but they were overtly political. Their screenwriters and directors were card-carrying Italian Marxists and Communists and turned the plots into allegories of anti-capitalist class warfare between rich landowners and corrupt government officials against the people and revolutionaries. They were European commentaries on protests against the Vietnam War and calls for overthrowing Capitalism. That Dirty Black Bag pays lip service to corruption and greed but to no great effect. It's all an excuse for a bunch of mostly British actors to wear cowboy hats and fire pistols.

In 2022, a lot of old movies haven't aged well, including Spaghetti Westerns, alas. Their lack of authenticity is even more glaring than ever. That Dirty Black Bag is all "pose" without a reason to exist. There's no real sense of stakes when all the shootings and killings are gratuitous affectations. So this person dies and it's supposed to be awful. So what? We've seen it all before. Its production values, understanding of the film lexicon of Spaghetti Westerns – the widescreen vistas, the extreme close-ups of gritty faces, the occasional trips into Gothic horror – are all solid, but it doesn't really have anything to say. When everyone is a jerk who's either going to get killed or not for no great reason, who cares? You know what kind of show this is when Aiden Gillen, who played Littlefinger in Game of Thrones, shows up as a creepy goat herd who's really an early frontier serial killer. It's pulp storytelling that's all dressed up with nowhere to go. Even Sergio Leone, whose "Dollars Trilogy" launched the genre, hated them. If he was the father of the whole genre, "how many sons of bitches have I spawned?" he lamented. That Dirty Black Bag is really filled with just hot air.

That Dirty Black Bag is streaming on AMC+.

That Dirty Black Bag

That Dirty Black Bag: Spaghetti Western Show is Just Empty Pastiche
Review by Adi Tantimedh

4/10
AMC's That Dirty Black Bag is a slick Spaghetti Western pastiche that's, unfortunately, all surface & ultimately an empty exercise in pulp storytelling and gratuitous violence.

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About Adi Tantimedh

Adi Tantimedh is a filmmaker, screenwriter and novelist. He wrote radio plays for the BBC Radio, “JLA: Age of Wonder” for DC Comics, “Blackshirt” for Moonstone Books, and “La Muse” for Big Head Press. Most recently, he wrote “Her Nightly Embrace”, “Her Beautiful Monster” and “Her Fugitive Heart”, a trilogy of novels featuring a British-Indian private eye published by Atria Books, a division Simon & Schuster.
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