Sergio Corbucci’s 1966 spaghetti western definitely corners the market on mud imagery: its mysterious title hero wanders into town dragging a coffin after him through the grimy, rutted streets, and when he takes down one bad guy, the man not only dies but topples over into quicksand and gets sucked into the earth. The coffin contains Django’s secret weapon, an early machine gun, and the movie must have set some sort of record in its time for shots fired, though it also has one of the most crazed and kinetic bar fights ever committed to celluloid. Django here is a blue-eyed northerner (Franco Nero); the character would mutate considerably in his zillion subsequent screen appearances, including his recent incarnation as the freed slave of Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained.