Showing posts with label western. Show all posts
Showing posts with label western. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Appaloosa (2008)

Feelings get you killed.

This is a very fine adaptation of the western novel Appaloosa (2005) by the late great Robert B. Parker, famed for his tough smart modern day private detectives (Spenser and Randall) and lawman (Stone).

In this story, professional gunmen Virgil Cole (Ed Harris) and Everett Hitch (Viggo Mortensen), who have been working as a team for a decade, are hired to bring order to the lawless town of Appaloosa. The town is being terrorised by local rancher Randall Bragg (Jeremy Irons), who murdered the previous marshall and deputies.

The deal Cole makes with the city council is straightforward. As City Marshall, Cole lays down the law; people comply or are arrested; if they resist arrest, he shoots them or Hitch shoots them. Cole embodies the law; effectively, he IS the law. Beyond their obvious expertise with weapons, Cole and Hitch maintain the law by their public willingness to put their lives on the line. Facing a large group of armed men attempting to break a prisoner out of jail, for instance, Cole's stated readiness to die and to kill while dying breaks the resolve of the gang leaders.

Cole and Hitch are extraordinarily tough, pragmatic, straight-talking straight-shooting guys, laconic in the extreme, living according to strict codes of honour; supermen in a man's world. But into this world comes now a glamorous seductive flirty femme fatale, a beautiful piano-playing widow, Mrs Allie French (Renée Zellweger). Hitch spots her first, but she sets her cap at uber-male Cole. Hitch withdraws, but the stage is set for a difficult triangle, resting on one big question: what moral code, if any, does this woman live by, and will it be sufficient to keep her out of trouble?

I have read the source novel, and as far as I recall, the film sticks pretty close to plot of the book, and ably catches the distinctive unhurried pace and the flavour of the iconic characters of the main protagonists. The book is very filmic anyway, in the spare style Parker uses, with little description, mainly action and dialogue. "Stoic" is the word RottenTomatoes gives to the main characters, and that's right. That also means their actions are all very restrained, and their dilemmas are played out in a very understated low-key way, by inference, bizarrely, rather like a restrained social drama such as "Remains of the Day" (Merchant & Ivory, 1993).

Ed Harris is perfectly cast in the central role of Virgil Cole, believably tough and laconic, embarrassed at his limited vocabulary, which he constantly attempts to improve by reading books. Mortensen is very good as Harris's sidekick and Jeremy Irons is excellent in the role of the murderous rancher Bragg.

Unlike Ebert who says, 'Zellweger is powerfully fetching in this role,' the main fly in the ointment for me is Zellweger in the role of Allie French, the woman who takes up with Ed Harris' character. The quality of her acting is not in question, it's just that she seems miscast as a femme fatale. The role requires a woman able to bewitch and enthral men. I'm sorry to be ungallant, but in this particular film she simply isn't attractive enough, certainly not as attractive as the character in the book. In every respect she fits the part, except for her face, which inexplicably looks abnormally swollen.


  • Director: Ed Harris
  • Writers: Robert Knott and Ed Harris (screenplay), Robert B Parker (novel, 2005)
  • Starring: Ed Harris, Viggo Mortensen, Renee Zellweger, Jeremy Irons, Timothy Spall, Lance Henriksen, Luce Rains, Tom Bower, Girard Swan, Ariadna Gil

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Sunday, 8 May 2011

True Grit (1969)

The strangest trio ever to track a killer.

A very enjoyable character-based western, directed by Henry Hathaway, and notable for the remarkable strength of will and general audaciousness of its female protagonist, teenager Mattie Ross (Kim Darby), who propels herself into a brutal male-dominated world of violence and death. As in the Coen brothers' 2010 remake, Mattie embarks on a quest to bring her father's murderer to justice with the help of two very different law enforcers, a grizzled hard-drinking US Marshall, Rooster Cogburn (John Wayne), and a charismatic young Texas ranger, La Boeuf (Glen Campbell).

This 1969 film has more back story than the Coen brothers' remake, introducing Mattie and her father, Frank Ross (John Pickard), at home, and showing the context of the murder and the murder itself. From then on the plot follows fairly similar paths, driven by Mattie and her mission. Finding that the local sheriff has no jurisdiction in the Indian Territory to which the murderer, Tom Chaney (Jeff Corey), has fled, Mattie, on her own initiative, hires the meanest licensed federal law officer she can find, Cogburn. La Boeuf also turns out also to be in pursuit of Chaney, for an earlier crime, and in fairly short order, Mattie, Cogburn and La Boeuf enter Indian Territory all bent on the same goal.

As in the Coen brothers' version, the main delight of the film is Mattie Ross herself: the way she interacts with the range of people she encounters and the character of her responses to events. She is an amazing person, only 14 years old but clever and audacious, whose personal courage and readiness to engage in violent action, as the story develops, is tested to the extreme. Perhaps in those days (1880 according to Wikipedia, not that long ago really, around the time my father's grandfather was running around in short trousers), children were less sheltered. Near the start of the film, the filmmakers deliberately show how public executions were treated by many townspeople as a fun day out, with snacks for sale, and small children apparently free to mingle with the watching crowds, and even, from their playground swings opposite the town square, getting the best views.

Hathaway permits his young protagonist more emotion than the Coen brothers do. He shows, from the outset, how Mattie is taken with La Boeuf and briefly shows her crying (privately) over her late father's possessions. Possibly related to this, but less satisfactorily, is the use of the musical score, which to modern ears seems rather unsubtle at times.

Another delight, of course, is the debauched but doughty character of Cogburn and the great performance of Wayne (despite being 20 years or so older than the character in the book, he received an Academy Award for Best Actor), contrasting strongly with the characters of the strictly brought up Mattie and straight-arrow La Boeuf. According to Wikipedia, Wayne did his own stunts, including the final jump.

There's so much fun to be had, especially, in the first reel, in Mattie's interactions with other characters. When she comes into conflict with La Boeuf, their brief flirting turns to verbal sparring, and she stands up to him just fine, as she does with everyone else. Her dealings with the horse dealer, Col. G. Stonehill (an outstanding performance by Strother Martin), show her to be a wonderfully feisty resourceful person.

Speaking of supporting characters, others of note include Robert Duvall and Dennis Hopper, who play their roles relatively sympathetically, showing that criminals are more than simple monsters.

My only criticism is that Glen Campbell, hand-picked by Wayne, according to Wikipedia, seemed too old for the role (he was 33), or not quite vulnerable and good-looking enough for Mattie to take a shine to him, or maybe just not an expressive enough actor. I never felt there was any chemistry between the two of them.

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  • Director: Henry Hathaway
  • Writers: Marguerite Roberts (screenplay), Charles Portis (novel)
  • Starring: John Wayne, Kim Darby, Glen Campbell, Robert Duvall, Jeff Corey, Dennis Hopper, Strother Martin, John Fiedler

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Sunday, 3 April 2011

Two Rode Together (1961)

TOGETHER...THEY RODE INTO A THOUSAND DANGERS!

John Ford's earlier film, The Searchers (1956), dug deep into the psyche of one man, Ethan Edwards' (John Wayne), obsessive and increasingly conflicted search for the niece stolen years before by native American tribespeople. This film moves the discussion on, unearthing wider social aspects of the issue. Can children or adults taken prisoner by native American tribes be successfully returned to "civilised" society? What if they don't want to be rescued? What problems will returnees face in reintegrating into society? Underlying these questions is the more basic issue of the nature of the immigrants' attitudes to native Americans. Consider cultural invasions by other groups of immigrants at other times and places in history, and the resultant subjugation and marginalisation of the indigenous peoples, and the nature of these attitudes is easy to predict. I read on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comanche) that just a decade or so previous to this story (1880s), the Commanches had agreed to move into a reservation on the government's promise to protect the buffalo herds, but the government had failed to keep up their end of the bargain, and at the time of this story, "the buffalo were on the verge of extinction, effectively ending the Comanche way of life as hunters".

The film opens rather leisurely, setting up the contrasting characters of the two leads, in many ways the personifications of private enterprise and state-sponsored aid in the USA, who ironically will contract to "ride together". James Stewart's elegantly attired US Marshal Guthrie McCabe, luxuriating in debauched affluence on 10% of the town's business, is shown to be driven by venal self-interest, and has to be tricked and coerced into acting on behalf of others. By contrast, Richard Widmark's standardly uniformed low paid US Army Lieutenant Jim Gary is the epitome of honourable selflessness.

The action shifts to a US Army fort on the edge of Indian territory where an encampment of hopeful parents and siblings awaits. Their view of Stewart as a saviour figure, the man most likely to be able to rescue long-lost family members due to his history of successful dealings with Commanche Chief Quanah Parker (Henry Brandon), contrasts ironically with his efforts to extract money from them. Without disclosing specific plot-spoilers, can I say that already there are pre-figurings of the torrent of ignorance and fear and revulsion, driven by demonisation of the unknown "other", that will later sweep through the immigrant encampment, blindly seeking retribution and revenge, and not drying up until the life of at least one person has been carried away.

I was somewhat bemused by the way, early on, the film dwelt on Stewart's hostility to the woman in his life, Belle Aragon (Annelle Hayes), until I realised that attitude to romantic partner in general, and matrimony in particular, was being used as a metaphor for degree of social commitment, with Stewart's antipathy contrasting with Widmark's willingness.

In the second reel, Stewart and Widmark enter Indian territory, and the realities of the captives' situations becomes apparent. Ford is known for his relatively even-handed attitude to native Americans, and his depiction of them in this film is of special interest. Overall, I would say, Ford paints a reasonably fair, if harsh, picture of Commanche culture and peoples. If anything, the Commanches emerge with greater honour than any other social group. Unlike some other directors of westerns, as I recall, Ford employed actual native Americans. In this film, however, Henry Brandon and Woody Strode, the actors playing the key native American roles, were not native American.

Again without revealing specific plot spoilers of a key scene, mention must be made of the masterful exposition during the film's final act of the kind of obstacles faced by ex-captives of the Commanches hindering their reintegration into society. The bottom line for the immigrants, it is revealed, is the conviction that confronted by a future as a "squaw", as the wife of a native American and all that entails, the only honourable option for a woman is to take her own life. And every look and twitch of body language thrown their way lets the survivors know that, in choosing life, they have become objects of shame and disgust.

There are two elements of the film that are not entirely successful. First, the use of whimsy. Ford has a habit of using whimsy, in interstitial scenes and in certain supporting characters. In this film, the estimable Andy Devine is the butt of various verbal and visual size-related jokes. Harry Carey Jr and his screen brother figure in some routines based on foolishness peripheral to the main themes. Ford is using whimsy like cheery neon signs designed to lure reluctant viewers into a jolly amusement arcade until they turn a corner and find themselves in the middle of somewhere much more dark and dangerous and interesting. The assumption that entertainment must always equal fun is false, insults the intelligence of the viewer, and so ends up being counter-productive.

Second, the casting. Linda Cristal, who will go on to co-star in the TV show Bonanza, is very good, as are most of the rest of the supporting cast, notably Annelle Hayes as Belle Aragon, John McIntire as Widmark's superior officer, and Henry Brandon and Woody Strode as the two key native Americans. Jeanette Nolan is terrific as the most notably distressed mother. Shirley Jones is all right but seemed a bit old for the part, as do both Widmark and Stewart, by as much as a couple of decades, a common fault to my mind with the old Hollywood studio system, with its stables of ageing stars.

Despite arguably excessive maturity, Widmark is entirely believable and likeable as the upright military officer, playing it naturalistic and low key, his character's integrity and honour never in question. When you consider the kind of extremely psychotic characters he played at the start of his film career (notably in Kiss of Death, 1947), this is quite a feat. For the role of McCabe, the epitome of self-interest, what's needed is someone likeable but unpredictable and with a dark side to him, someone with inner conflict, to keep the audience guessing as to the moral choices he will end up making. Stewart, surprisingly, given his brilliance in similar roles in films by Anthony Mann (e.g. The Naked Spur, 1953) somehow mainly fails to convince, possibly due to poor scripting, possibly due to lack of belief in the role, possibly due to poor technique. The trouble seems to be that, especially in certain key scenes in the first and second reels such as the scene where he demands payment for his services or the one where he gets drunk, where the film tries to establish the corruptness or wildness of his character, he plays the part much larger than is required, unconvincingly large. In the third reel, however, where his character has strong points to make, there is a return to form. Perhaps if Widmark and Stewart had switched roles, Widmark would have been more convincing as the corrupt jaded lawman that the audience hopes will prove to have a heart of gold.

While watching the first two thirds of the film, I thought it was a very below average Ford movie. However, given the strong final reel, and considering how well the film exposes anti-native American prejudice in the West, I like it enough to raise its ranking to high matinee / low full price (3.5/5).

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Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Seven Men From Now (1956)

A fine revenge western by Budd Boetticher with Ben Stride (Randolph Scott), the ex-Sheriff of Silver Springs, in pursuit of the seven men who shot dead his wife in a robbery and escaped with $20,000. With five men left to kill, Stride finds himself chaperoning through dangerous Indian country an inexperienced young married couple from the East, John and Annie Greer (Walter Reed and Gail Russell). Two more join the group, Bill Masters (Lee Marvin), a gunslinger with a venal interest in the outcome of Scott's quest and an eye for the ladies, and his sidekick Clete (Donald Berry).

Produced by John Ford's protégés, John Wayne and Andrew V. McLaglen, the film is admirably short, only 78 minutes, and the script is lean without seeming rushed, with believable characters, suspenseful action sequences, and some beautiful location photography (the story was set in Arizona, I read on Wikipedia, but was filmed in California).

As in Anthony Mann's Winchester 73 (1950), there is an interesting sub-text examining frontier-style attributes of masculinity, bravery in the face of danger and prowess in violent confrontations, and whether or not such attributes are pre-requisites for a woman's love. As in Mann's film, we are presented with a beautiful woman married to a man clearly unfamiliar with guns and of questionable personal courage. Marvin's character actually spells out the moot question: In a world where men's worth is measured by their courage, can a woman really love "half a man"? A facility with words is not a valued attribute, with the husband's garrulousness contrasting strongly with Scott's laconicism.

Scott is highly credible as the ram-rod straight ex-Sheriff, implacably pursuing vigilante vengeance against his wife's killers while simultaneously in every other interaction appearing a person of strict moral character. Marvin creates a colourful swaggering but believable and at times almost sympathetic villain, not without intelligence or courage, driven by desire for things and people he does not possess. Russell is persuasive as a faithful married woman who finds herself attracted to another man.

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Sunday, 13 March 2011

Rango (2011)

From the director of "Pirates Of The Caribbean"

Rango is a lot of fun and sometimes laugh out loud funny: an animated western set in a parched desert town, with a plot driven by a suitably noirish mystery and a cast list full of quality performers.

Johnny Depp voices a fey captive chameleon used to filling his days acting out improvised heroic scenarios with make-believe friends who is suddenly dropped, literally, into a real western adventure, full of life and death choices.

Adopting a heroic facade, Depp's character's fate becomes tied to that of the townspeople, a mixed set of crusty characters including the town bully and his cronies, an avuncular wealthy wheelchair-bound mayor and a feisty attractive young female lizard fighting to keep her farm under threat of bank foreclosure. Outside town, there is a nest of outlaws. The stage is set for a series of showdowns. How long will Depp's character be able to keep up his act?

As a western, this film stands up very well, swiftly shifting the action from the present day to a world of classic and spaghetti western tropes. The saloon sequence early on is very nicely scripted, and along the way there are some clever gunfights and some rollicking action set pieces. There are a lot of nods to classics of the western genre, the soundtrack pays homage to Sergio Leone's films and at one point The Man With No Name himself (as voiced by Timothy Oliphant) even puts in an appearance.

The plot borrows its Hitchcock McGuffin (and the basis of at least one major character) from the classic Roman Polanski/Jack Nickolson detective thriller Chinatown (1974), which fits perfectly in the context of this film.

The cinematography and quality of animation are very good, almost to Pixar level, and should be with the famed Roger Deakins in the credits.

The only question is what market the film is aimed at, and whether children will enjoy it. I would say that it is primarily aimed at a cine-literate adult audience, but will also be suitable for older children, say 10-12 plus. Though generally avoiding westerns, my 10-year old son enjoyed the film, though for him I suspect it had more longueurs than for me.

Turning briefly to the topic of 3D films, as we were waiting for the film to begin, a small child at the front was heard to complain rather piteously, "But Mummy, we haven't got our glasses! Where are our glasses?" Clearly, this poor creature had been brainwashed by the recent studio trend of releasing nearly all films for young people in 3D into believing that 3D glasses were actually NEEDED at the cinema. For shame, film studios, for shame!

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Saturday, 26 February 2011

True Grit (2010)

Punishment comes one way or another.

A very entertaining film, mainly because of the remarkably gutsy nature of the 14-year old protagonist, Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld), and her single-minded quest to bring her father's killer to justice and how this determination drives the story forward across a wintry Arizona landscape into a succession of encounters, each potentially life-threatening, propelling the audience along in a transport of expectation and (sometimes audible) delight.

Even people who normally avoid westerns might well enjoy this tale, as it is less a genre piece than a human drama in a historical setting.

Key to this film's success is a master-class in building indirect characterisations through action, down to the Coen brothers' expert scripting. From the moment Mattie Ross steps off the train, her interactions with people build a character of sharp-tongued wit, precocious hard-headed business sense, determination and courage.

The man she is hoping to hire to pursue her father's murderer, US Marshall Rooster Cogburn (Jeff Bridges), is artfully introduced under cross examination in a courtroom trial, painting a picture of a tough, capable but dissolute man, and leaving unresolved the question of whether or not he's a heartless killer of men.

Later, in a brief, almost throwaway, scene (as in Robert Altman's revisionist take on Chandler's classic tale of loyalty and betrayal, "The Long Goodbye", where in an apparently trivial prologue to the main story, Elliott Gould's Philip Marlowe's negotiations with his cat provide in microcosm the key theme of the film), Cogburn and Mattie come across a couple of kids torturing an animal, and the nature of Cogburn's response, funny in isolation, serves to add not insignificant dimension to his character.

The interplay between US Marshall Cogburn and Texas Ranger LaBoeuf (Matt Damon) as they compete for Mattie's attention and admiration, highlights the debauchery and pragmatism of the former, and the prissy correctness and high-mindedness of the latter, with Mattie left to decide which, if either, is better suited to her purpose.

The film feels absolutely authentic, partly due to the unsanitised grubbiness of some of the more unsavoury characters (unlike the 1969 version, I heard on a podcast, in which John Wayne's Cogburn appeared in relatively well-laundered clothes), but mostly due to the apparent verisimilitude of the dialogue, delivered at speed and without any contractions, and laced with old-fashioned, often biblical, expressions. One of the Coen brothers, speaking on a Mark Kermode and Simon Mayo's film review podcast, said at least 90% of the dialogue was from the original source novel.

I have only vague memories of the 1969 version of the film with John Wayne, so l wasn't distracted with mental comparisons between the two versions, and thankfully, the plot was as new for me. Steinfeld is fantastic in the role; Jeff Bridges is marvellous; the supporting cast are uniformly good, notably Dakin Matthews as the double-dealing horse-trader that Mattie outwits.

My only doubt is about Matt Damon: he portrayed a proud man of prissy high-minded nobility well, but I wonder if another actor, perhaps with a more expressive face (Tobey Maguire? James Franco? Andrew Garfield?) could have added more insight. Montgomery Clift, up against Wayne in Red River (and plenty tough in From Here To Eternity), would have made a good contrast to Jeff Bridges.

Wonderful to hear, during the end credits, the unmistakable and eminently suitable voice of Iris DeMent singing the hymn "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms", from her 2004 album, "Lifeline".

For me, this is certainly an excellent film: at least full price, maybe higher.

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Friday, 25 February 2011

Broken Lance (1954)

Fury of the West's Most Lawless Feud!

A Western drama that successfully integrates two important American themes into a powerful story of family conflict. One theme is the passing of the old West. At a time when the old lawless West was being subsumed, a rough-hewn pioneering cattle rancher, Matt Devereaux (Spencer Tracy), well used to battling for his rights face-to-face with fists, gun and whip, finds his life’s work under assault from various quarters, including a new breed of men in suits armed with property rights documents and other legalistic weapons.

Who will stand with the old man, at risk of livelihood, liberty, even life? Can he count on the three sons (Richard Widmark, Hugh O'Brian and the excellent Earl Holliman) from his first marriage, grown up now, disgruntled, but still working on the family ranch for a monthly wage, with little interest in carrying on their father’s legacy and a passion for city living? What about his devoted native American second wife (Katy Jurado) and their capable but "half-breed" son (Robert Wagner)? Surely not his native American ranch hands?

The other theme is that of the question of discrimination against native American "Indians". Specifically, how well accepted in polite social circles is Devereaux's second wife, politely classed as "Mexican" by more squeamish townsfolk? Will their son's good looks, good sense and easy charm be sufficient to smooth his path in society?

The bulk of the story is an extended flashback middle section with bookends in the present. The film begins well, with minimal dialogue, with a lean, dark-skinned sharp-looking Wagner being released from prison, and riding alone to his father's ranch. As the story develops, there is some great outdoor cinematography, and a very good climactic outdoor fight sequence, brutal, believable, almost as good as the end of Anthony Mann's The Naked Spur with James Stewart.

As with many other Westerns, there's a strong historical angle. In this case, it is of cattle ranchers being pressured by mineral developers, and in general, of the passing of the old West and the emerging power of city-based people in suits.

Spencer Tracy is excellent in the role of hard-nosed patriarch, facing a mixed harvest of sons, including the oldest (Widmark, always good value), a young refreshingly tough Wagner, and a convincing portrayal of the weak-headed youngest son by Earl Holliman.

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Sunday, 20 February 2011

The Rare Breed (1966)

This is a pretty entertaining film, with a good story, entertaining characters, and an interesting historical slant.

The premise is great: drop a couple of well-brought up English ladies and their well-cared for hornless Herefordshire bull into the harsh wilds of Texas, with its brutal survivalist ethos and its famously hardy longhorn cattle. Will the bull prove unfit for such a harsh environment and fail to breed? Will the English ladies be too delicate and have to escape back to England?

The women's need for funds forces them to sell the bull, and their concern for the longterm welfare of the bull provides sufficient motivation to take them to Texas. Along the way, the women experience pretty much the whole gamut of western tropes, from lusty barroom brawls to life-threatening cattle stampedes, ruthless armed robbery and the stench and squalor of an isolated cattle baron's accommodation.

The standout performances are those of the two female leads, Juliet Mills (daughter Hilary), and even more so, Maureen O'Hara (Martha). The latter is magnificent, dominating every scene.

The film introduces James Stewart's character, Sam Burnett, as an archetypal American male: tough and unafraid, quick to defend his friends with his fists, and literally taking bulls by their horns. From the outset, the plot endeavours to make Stewart's employer, rancher Taylor, unsympathetic, so as to bring us more on side when Stewart's character later contracts to cheat the man - a key plot point. However, I was distracted by the idea of Stewart wrestling a powerful longhorn bull to the ground, wondering if the filmmakers were seriously going to expect us to believe that a middle-aged man would be up for such athletics. As is often the case, James Stewart (here 58) is really too old for the role (you can clearly see the use of thicker-bodied stunt doubles in the action sequences) and too intelligent to play such a simple-minded cowboy (John Wayne, anyone?). I've seen a documentary that included modern "bull-grabbers", and they were all fit young men. Stewart's role is rather subdued for most of the story, only once or twice rising to the thrilling intensity of one of his conflicted characters in the Anthony Mann westerns. Arguably, Stewart does not play the lead but rather a supporting character, and it's really an O'Hara movie.

One strange character choice was to portray cattle rancher Bowen (Brian Keith), Stewart's rival for O'Hara's affections, for all the world like a traditional Scottish laird in a ranch-house styled like a dark high-ceilinged Scottish Highland castle, and first seen in squalor, filthy furs piled all around, tearing meat from the bone with his teeth, with the dogs allowed on the table, snatching meat from the master's platter. According to Wikipedia, the story is loosely based on the life of rancher William Burgess, so maybe this was true to life. In any case, the inclusion of the ex-Scot, Bowen, allows the film-makers to pit a Briton against Stewart's archetypal American in a struggle for O'Hara's affections.

The outdoor snow scenes feature some stunning photography, notably when Stewart's horse is trying to force its way through very deep snow drifts. But on the whole, this is not a very naturalistic film. There are some poorly realised overlay shots where the colour palettes of the foreground characters and background scenes jar. The women maintain a high degree of enhanced photogeneity throughout, and apart from Bowen, the men remain fairly presentable. The fight scenes are generally of the comic bar-room brawl style, where fists connect with jaws with impressive sound effects, nobody gets seriously hurt, and nobody is even asked to pay for the extensive damage!

So, all in all, worth catching, but without the intensity of interest of an Anthony Mann western.

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Saturday, 12 February 2011

Ride the High Country (Guns in the Afternoon) (1962)

The story and themes are sophisticated. Self-respect vs escaping poverty via crime. And for women, the choices appear even bleaker in the harsh US frontier: marriage or prostitution. The leads are excellent.

Randolph Scott gives a surprisingly sophisticated nuanced performance as the good guy gone bad. Joel Macrae is solid as the man who has chosen self respect. The female lead, Mariette Hartley, is very good, and very lovable.

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Friday, 11 February 2011

The Far Country (1955)

HE CHALLENGED THE GOLD-RICH GLORY THAT WAS THE YUKON! white with snow... scarlet with sin... yellow with the dust... that lured him on!

I love the way Mann explores moral issues: here, whether we can be self-sufficient or whether we need other people.

Here, Stewart is presented in a very dark light, as a bitter cynical loner, who rejects help from others and who refuses to help others. There is some very nasty business along the way, really.

This is leavened with various lighter even comic turns, including Walter Brennan, and the girl.

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Destry Rides Again (1939)

THE GREATEST CAST EVER CORRALLED for a frontier drama like you've NEVER seen in all your born days!

The script is excellent, with some scenes of real tension and excellent dialogue. The early scenes with Stewart are superb. Interesting theme of a lawman eschewing violence. Stewart has the charm, intelligence and sensitivity, and also sufficient inner passion, mental steeliness, and physical potential to be entirely credible in the role.

The only bum notes are the comic interludes, like those in the early John Ford films, which seem rather dated, unlike the rest, which still seems quite modern in a way.

Donleavy is very good as the villain. Dietrich is very good too, though her musical performances are not to all tastes. In the past, I've really liked her, and found her very sexy, in other performances, but somehow her musical performances in this film didn't quite grab me.

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Night Passage (1957)

Saga of the McLaine Brothers, who followed different trails, lived by different laws, but wanted the same woman!

Not an Anthony Mann / Jimmy Stewart western. Has a different emotional tone, much lighter. (Again, the comedy Irish characters, who worst of all start out the story.)

As with other westerns of the period, we get an insight into a part of the history of the West, which is a nice bonus. This time the context is the expansion of the railroad across the USA.

The best thing about the film is the chance to see Stewart play his accordion and sing, which I assume is authentic, at least the singing is. (I read later on Wikipedia or somewhere that the studio later over-dubbed Stewart's playing with that of a professional accordion player: for shame!)

The plot is a strange half and half affair, with the two supporting stars not appearing till the second half. Audie Murphy has a lot of screen presence, though I'm not sure he has enough of a dark side for his role as the 'evil' brother, apart from dressing all in black.

Duryea's performance is very disappointing after his excellent crazy villain in Winchester 73, as good as Richard Widmark's psychotic killer in Kiss of Death ten years earlier (1947). All he does in Night Passage is shout, as if playing a character who is hard of hearing.

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Saturday, 5 February 2011

The Naked Spur (1953)

Packed with Technicolor Thrills!

Another great pairing of James Stewart and Anthony Mann in a modern revisionist western.

Apart from a brief incursion by a group of Blackfeet Indians, slaughtered without too much lasting remorse by the principals, this is a tight five-hander. At the centre is the conflicted bounty hunter, Howie Kemp (Stewart), hunting Ben (Robert Ryan) and his companion (Janet Leigh), who inadvertently picks up a couple of partners, an old prospector (Millard Mitchell), down on his luck, and a brave dashing but dishonourably discharged soldier (Ralph Meeker).

The plot is excellent. The stakes are clear: as the lieutenant neatly points out, Ben is not so much a man as a walking bag of money. In fact, the situation is very similar to that in Huston's Treasure of the Sierra Madre, where the lure of gold puts pressure on the characters to double cross each other,

It struck me that part of what makes this such a great story is the character of Ben (Ryan), and his sly skillful psychological manipulation of the other characters, as he schemes to create conflict between his captors, with apparent confidence that sooner or later, by this method, opportunities to escape will emerge. This gives the villain of the tale unusual depth and credibility, if not exactly sympathy. After all, in his shoes, it's a tactic any of us would surely use.

The locations and cinematography are wonderful, contrasting strongly with the meanness and pettiness of the principal characters.

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Sunday, 30 January 2011

Winchester '73 (1950)

Fantastic western with many adult themes and a large cast very well handled by the great Anthony Mann. Highly credible due to excellent script seemingly very authentic and well researched, realistic locations, and solid performances by all actors. No silly comedy characters or sub-plots.

Modern in its use of a protagonist whose morality is grey. Remarkable for the dark vengeful character of the protagonist, McAdam, a vigilante in modern terms, verging on the psychotic. Observe the wild conflicted delight on his face while shooting dead attacking Indians. And again, in the finale reel, the single-minded unswerving passion with which he pursues his mission of vengeance.

Also the excellent psycho gunman portrayal by Dan Duryea (like a reflection of a possible future Stewart), and the very fine portrayal of the coward by Charles Drake. Even Shelley Winters (an actress I normally find unappealing and annoying) is good.

The final shootout is very well orchestrated, clearly showing the action and tactics used, and drawing us in.

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Dances With Wolves (1990)

Inside everyone is a frontier waiting to be discovered.

I have to say I love this film.

Funny seeing this film again after recently seeing Avatar, nicknamed "Dances with Smurfs", at the cinema. The revisionist take on the Western here reaches an apex, with the army officer protagonist, Lieutenant John Dunbar (Kevin Costner), arriving from the Civil War torn east coast, having volunteered for this post, (naively?) wanting to experience "the frontier" before it disappears.

The story stands up very well, and is more sophisticated than may appear at first glance. Dunbar's courage is established at the outset, contrasting with the malaise of the rest of the Union troops, in an act of (possibly fever-fuelled) bravado that pre-figures the bravery of the native American warriors later in the story, counting coup.

The early part of the story functions mainly to establish the crappiness of white Americans, who are almost all either cowardly, deranged, or boorishly ignorant, strengthening the contrast with the character of Dunbar, and the American Indians he meets, heightening their bravery, dignity, ferocity and/or humanity.

The scene where he reports for duty to his superior officer is very interesting too. It functions as a sneakily innocuous bit of staging, with the deranged officer apparently living in a fairy tale, so that Dunbar receives his orders as if he were a medieval knight being sent on a crusade.

As well as courage, further character-building devices include the contrast between Dunbar, with his appreciation of nature and his literary and artistic ability, revealed through the first person narrative voiceover and his use of a journal, and his boorish undignified guide, with his poor personal hygiene, his childish practical jokes.

At three hours in length, the style is unhurried.

Costner plays it just right. Mary McDonnell (brilliant too later in her career as the President in Battlestar Galactica) is luminous in the role of Stands With A Fist, and does a great job of playing someone reaching for a language they haven't spoken since they were a small child, even later speaking it with curious inflections, as would someone for whom it was a second or foreign language.

The native American actors are great, in particular Graham Greene as Kicking Bird, also the chief, Ten Bears, played by Floyd 'Red Crow' Westerman, and Kicking Bird's wife, Black Shawl (Tantoo Cardinal), and the Pawnee villain (Wes Studi). Their makeup and costumes are really impressive.

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