El Indio was a bandit, rapist, and murderer with neither conscience nor compassion. (One significant trait about a Sergio Leone primary villain is that he's always a child-killer.) But that standout thing about Indio is that the guy is impaired for the rest of his life by remembering that while he carelessly left his own handgun within reach of a woman as he raped her, she chose to kill herself rather than him. (Which she clearly could have done.)
Think of how we see his body stiffen at the sound of the gunshot. Afterward, Indio fetishizes the stolen musical pocket watch (a wedding gift from his victim's brother, Colonel Mortimer) by opening it and listening to its tune before ritual gun duels, and getting high immediately after. From Volonte's performance, however, we also understand that Indio can smoke himself into a stupor but never got past the sense of utter contempt/rejection of himself sexually from that victim's suicide.
Indio was an evil character. But while I'm not exactly sorry for him (and certainly don't condone rape or murder), I do feel a sense of loss at the end of the film at seeing this particular monster come to justice. Leone made us feel what that villain felt; and there can be compassion in comprehension.
Most great films deserve a more appreciative audience than they get.
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