Fear spreads through Somerset when The Man With No Name enters town; he is looking for money and has something to settle with The Squint. After losing his pantomime horse, 'Easy', the Man With No Name and his sidekick, the Red Indian Running Sore, go through a series of adventures to find The Squint.

After pretending to be nuns, they find themselves in the hands of two shady men (literally!). The Man With No Name eventually finds The Squint by organising a game of Kill or Be Killed.

The film ends with the Man With No Name discovering a lot about his family history.

Our Review: A Fistful of Fingers is a tongue in cheek, spaghetti western shot in Somerset, for £10,000! Despite the incredibly young age of the cast and crew (Wright was just 19), this is a fairly professional film.

Just as in Dead Wright, one can already see Edgar Wright's budding talents waiting to be unleashed. Whilst A Fistful of Fingers is more sophisticated and has had the advantage of a cash boost (albeit a minute one), the films share the same love of genre and parody, and an exploration of metatheatre.

Although at times this may jar a little, at some points it works brilliantly (like the squaw who asks why she gets no lines). From the use of pantomime horses, to the game of Kill or Be Killed, this film is a very brave and eager attempt to explore the genre of Spaghetti Western.

Although it may, at times, appear amateurish or sometimes miss the mark, one must remember that the majority of the cast were still in school and that this was quite an achievement.