El topo (1970)
Silent black avenger and naked child rides out on a bizarre, grotesque, brutal journey through the existential landscapes of a degenerate world where it is hard to separate the holy from the depraved. The religiously tainted parable of separation, guilt, growth, and rebirth are ripe with mad slaughter, repulsive behaviour and weird details – castration, ritual duels, racism, foot fetishism, male voyeuristic lesbianism and so on! All main characters seem to be creatures from below, searching for a light that could well destroy them.
Completely over the top, with awkward handling of a symbol-laden story seemingly lost in some feverish, drugged haze. Possibly the most alternative western ever. Maybe in my book.