Django.
Not that one, the 1966 Spaghetti Western, filmed in Spain with Italian dialogue and the worst ever dubbing. But everything you can ever want from the genre: the cool, blue-eyed, mysterious sharpshooter; the heroine who needs saving; drunken Mexican bandits & evil American ones; a ghost town populated by the saloon owner and his ladies of disrepute; a 30 metre polished bar for sliding whiskey glasses down; horses, dynamite, gold, quicksand, ears chopped off, you name it... Fantastic stuff - exactly what Sunday afternoons were made for.