4.8/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 4.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. The Circle of Death remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you have a soft spot for really old, dusty Westerns that don't care much for pacing. If you like character studies or anything that feels 'modern,' you’re probably gonna hate it. It moves like a train that forgot its schedule.
The whole thing feels like it was filmed in a backyard on a Saturday afternoon. There’s a scene about halfway through where the dialogue just drops off a cliff. It’s like they forgot the microphones were on.
It’s a bit like watching Lone Hand Wilson, but with less of a point to make. Everything is very black and white, literally and figuratively.
The lead actor really tries to look conflicted, but he mostly just looks like he’s squinting at the sun. Seriously, the squinting is a major part of his acting range here.
It’s not as chaotic as The Trouble Buster, but it shares that same vibe of 'let's just get this done.' You don't come to a movie like this for the plot, obviously. You come to watch people ride horses and wear hats that have seen better days.
There’s a moment where the hero has to choose his side, and it lasts about four seconds. It’s hilariously fast. He goes from 'my people' to 'the other guys' before you can even finish your popcorn.
It’s a weird little relic. I’m glad I saw it, I think? Probably not something I'd put on again, but hey, it’s a piece of history that’s mostly just dust and bad lighting. 🌵