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but he's aiming for a metal plate
underneath the poncho.
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It's illogical. All they have
to do is shoot his feet.
1:29:17
But they don't.
It's all ritual. "Aim for the heart."
1:29:20
Well-known Mexican proverb. Ritual
is actually constructing what they do.
1:29:25
They're not doing anything to do
with the real world, aim for his head.
1:29:29
As long as he keeps aiming
for the heart, the stranger is safe.
1:29:38
And the Rojos aren't awfully bright, they
haven't quite twigged what's going on.
1:29:47
But now, of course,
Eastwood's walked into Colt.45 range.
1:29:51
So maybe he does stand a chance. Down
the street, he wouldn't stand a chance.
1:29:56
By using these proverbs and dynamite
and charisma, sheer charisma,
1:30:00
he's managed to get within
range for a proper shootout.
1:30:04
And Ramón hasn't lost his touch.
He shot all round the heart.
1:30:20
High-pitched trill on the soundtrack,
lots of close-ups.
1:30:23
Around the central fountain of San Miguel.
1:30:26
And now it turns into pure theatre.
1:30:28
Real time is suspended,
1:30:30
where this turns into
just a piece of cinematic rhetoric.
1:30:35
They just stand there staring at each
other, in time-honoured Leone fashion.
1:30:47
Well, that's all of them down
except Ramón, with one go.
1:30:54
Now the odds are even.
But Piripero's not sure.
1:30:57
He's seen the stranger
do all these feats of marksmanship,