SETTE DONNE I MACGREGOR was the title that was used on this spaghetti western from 1967 when it was shown on Turner Classic Movies. A little research shows the title in parentheses was used for the American release and UP The MacGregors fore the UK version. It was a sequel to Seven Guns For The MacGregors(American title), but I haven’t seen that one. It is a passingly strange film with a mix of the usual spaghetti violence, well staged fight scenes, and stir in a good deal of comedy. Not a good film, but one of those that the badness entertains and amuses more than outrages.

There are two clans, one Scottish and one Irish, living near each other somewhere in the west. The two heads, feisty old men, have been friends for thirty years. You know the type, drinking and brawling and calling it a good time. In the midst of one of those brawls, the Scottish dressed in kilts and tams(no, I’m not kidding) at a celebration, a band of outlaws attack. Everyone stops fighting, which was both men and women, and take up arms to drive off the marauders. Much to easily.

It was all a diversion to steal the MacGregors gold they’d buried for safekeeping the night before, observed by a Mexican outlaw. A note is left that say, “Thanks and greetings from Frank James!'(yes, that one). It’s up to the seven Macgregor brothers, led by the eldest, Gregor(wince), to get the gold back.

Everyone knows where Frank James lives, so they head there. It gets really oddball here. Frank James is a stereotypical old man/sidekick. You know, a giggly, high-pitched old soul who brags about the old days. Turns out, a Mexican outlaw named Maldonado likes to hang his own crimes on the “terrible” Frank James, who spent ten years in prison for one of those frame-ups. He gives them three cities where Maldonado’s men hang out.

They split into three groups, head out, but are to late. The first small town everyone had been shot dead, the second a bank robbery had occurred, and the final breaks up an attempt to grab women of the Donavon Irish, who are putting up a pretty good fight by themselves.

When the seven brothers learn from a dentist friend they’d lent horses that Maldonado had a bad tooth needing pulling, they sneak into the bandit camp in back of his wagon. This dentist wears the same bloody apron all through the movie. He does have a beautiful daughter though, who has her eye on Gregor MacGregor(wince again), which leads to more complications later in Gregor’s jealous fiance taking off after them, only to get captured.

The brothers liberate, not only their gold, but the entire hoard gathered by the band. Returning, they learn of the fiance following them. Gregor goes by himself to get her. It IS his job. Of course the six other brothers follow and another round of fighting, followed by the band of outlaws attacking the MacGregor stronghold.

Well staged, though goofy fight scenes, dubbed English more than a little silly, a comically inclined Native American addressed as Apache(one assumes he was) with ridiculous sign language. It all adds up to a bad spaghetti western that I really enjoyed. This one goes into that file of movies so bad you love them. There was one good point to the film. The always reliable Morricone again does the score. Although not his best work, it was the best thing about the film.