Blinding sunlight. Bare feet on sharp rocks. Sweat pooling on your upper lip. The film of salt that forms on your skin after bathing in the sea. The biting touch of scorching hot metal. The cries of vultures slowly circling overhead (…). Let The Corpses Tan is fetishistic, kaleidoscopic, and obsessed with the intersection between sex and death (…). The primary points of influence are spaghetti Westerns and the subgenre of hard-boiled ’70s Italian cop movies known as polizichetti, both distilled to a delirious fever dream of pure cinema (…). This is a worshipful film, adoring of guns, of gold, of the human body, and of cinema itself. Supplicate yourself before it. — Katie Rife