Johnny Guitar, or the Jack of Hearts - you either want them or you want to be them.
Johnny Guitar walks through the door like a heavy breeze. It looks like our luck’s run out. Click-click is the sound of the impatient roulette counting time, or the the click-croon of an anxious, finger-picked, tempo-driving tune. You know it’s a losing game, but you keep playing just in case. Click! The revolver stutters and fires.
The setting is a saloon, the characters are artists, but the bandit-blood runs deep, and suspicion is the only collective instinct. So a shootout must ensue.
This is the end.
Our luck’s run out.