So late last night I turned on a Brazilian western. It was a Netflix Original. It was set in the early 20th century. They had regular guns, relatively modern revolvers and bolt action rifles. There was a 1930's airplane. It had French people.
But it was far more violent than a regular western. They killed a few animals in it---at least there were dead animals in it. If they killed them onscreen, I didn't watch. I fast forwarded through some of the more extreme violence.
The poverty was worse than most westerns.
A baby is abandoned in the wilderness. He's found by a local bandit called "Seven Ears" because has the seven ears of some guys he murdered on a necklace. The baby grows up completely isolated in a mud hut. In this way, he becomes a killing machine perfectly suited to the nightmare world of the movie, but it's hard to identify with the caveman-like character.
There must be a better way to become an Übermensch. Look at Sergeant York. That guy was a killing machine but he wasn't a monster.
Really depressing.
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