Throughout the film, fate takes several forms and frequently appears in trippy, psychedelic Kafka breaks. Whether it be a skull, a shadowed female form pissing on the heads of men buried in sand, or the very Wild Bunch-esque usage of ants, one gets the sense that this standoff isn't going to fare well with any of those involved. These sequences add volumes to the atmosphere, and contain truly unforgettable images that serve to pull the viewer deeper under its trance.

The cinematography by Manuel Dacosse is breathtaking and full of rich colors. Even when the film becomes drenched in darkness, Dacosse finds new ways to highlight the characters with novel shades style. The direction and fluid and the editing is snappy and sharp, always keeping the pacing chugging along. The sound design is also of particular note, and relies heavily on the rustling of wind, the deafening blasts of gunshots, and the crunch and creak of leather.

If you're fond of 70s spaghetti westerns, grindhouse grit, or psychedelic cinema, look no further than Let the Corpses Tan. It's a potent love letter to the style of these genres, and it's a B movie made on an A+ level. If you have the opportunity to see this one, don't let it pass you by; you may be surprised with what it has to offer.

Rating: 4.5 skulls outta 5.