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Movie Review: Django Unchained

Monday, December 31, 2012

Django Unchained
Directed by: Quentin Tarantino.
Written by: Quentin Tarantino.
Starring: Jamie Foxx (Django), Christoph Waltz (Dr. King Schultz), Leonardo DiCaprio (Calvin Candie), Kerry Washington (Broomhilda), Samuel L. Jackson (Stephen), Walton Goggins (Billy Crash), Dennis Christopher (Leonide Moguy), James Remar (Butch Pooch / Ace Speck), David Steen (Mr. Stonesipher), Dana Michelle Gourrier (Cora), Nichole Galicia (Sheba), Laura Cayouette (Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly), Ato Essandoh (D'Artagnan), Don Johnson (Big Daddy), Franco Nero (Bar Patron), James Russo (Dicky Speck), Bruce Dern (Old Man Carrucan), Jonah Hill (Bag Head #2).

Watching Quentin Tarantino`s Django Unchained I couldn’t help but think of those news stories you hear from time to time about how some group of Southern politicians want to downplay the “racial aspect” of slavery and teach students that the Civil War was about “States Rights” more than slavery (which is technically true, although since the right the Confederate States were fighting for was the right to own slaves, their argument doesn’t hold much water). What Tarantino has essentially done in Django Unchained is make the anti-Gone with the Wind. There are no smiling, happy slaves cracking jokes here. There is no romanticizing or idealizing the old South. In Tarantino`s film, everyone in the South is a racist bastard, deserving of what they get. Coming on the heels of his last film, Inglorious Basterds about a group of Jewish soldiers killing Nazis, giving us a more fitting ending to WWII than the real war gave us; Tarantino has essentially done the same thing here for slavery. That will not sit well with some – what he is essentially saying is that there is little to no difference between Southern slave owners and Nazis – but it is more accurate than not.

The film stars Jamie Foxx as Django, a slave who has been sold at auction and is tracked down by King Schultz (Christoph Waltz), a German dentist turned bounty hunter. He needs Django to point out the Brittle Brothers for him so he can kill them and collect the bounty. He makes Django a deal – he helps him catch the Brittle brothers, and Schultz will give Django his freedom. Django acquits himself so well on that first job; he decides to make their partnership more permanent. Django agrees. He needs money – and also help in becoming a killing machine. His wife Broomhilda (Kerry Washington) was also sold at auction, and Django will do anything to get her back. Schultz agrees to help him get Broomhilda back, after a winter of tracking, killing and making money.

The heart of the films first and second act is the relationship between Django and Schultz. In many ways, it is a mentor and student relationship – with Schultz molding Django's raw talent for killing people and helping to channel his immense anger into a more productive means. Waltz, who won an Oscar for Basterds playing perhaps the most memorably evil Nazi in cinema history, is essentially playing a Good German this time around. He is the one white character in the movie who disapproves of slavery, and you treats Django more or less like an equal. I say more or less, because even after they form a partnership, Schultz still only gives Django a third of the bounty they collect instead of half. And there are times when he seems almost patronizing to Django. Still, he is clearly the only good white character in the movie – and make no mistake, it is not a coincidence that he is not American. Foxx has the less showy of the two roles – Waltz gets the best dialogue, and as in Basterds, he makes the most of it. But through the course of the film, Foxx’s Django becomes his own man. While he needs Schultz at first to teach him what to do, by the third act, Django needs no one.

That third act is what elevates the film to the truly great. Once Schultz and Django figure out that Broomhilda has been bought by Calvin Candie (Leonardo DiCaprio), owner of the famed Candie Land plantation, who prefers to be called Monsieur Candie, they come up with a plan to get her back. Candie likes to put on a front of civility, class and enlightenment – and doesn’t understand how being one of the leading purveyors of Mandingo Fighting (slaves fighting slaves to the death) interferes with that. He even treats Django with more respect than he would treat any other black person, because Schultz treats him as an equal, and because he is posing as a “black slaver” himself. But make no mistake, Candie is as vile as creation as Tarantino has ever created – horribly, gleefully racist, and when he figures out that Schultz and Django may be playing him, he becomes even more hateful, and spews even more bile. Yet, despite how evil Candie is, perhaps the real villain of the film is Steven (Samuel L. Jackson), Candie’s most trusted, oldest slave – who laughs at all Candie’s racist jokes, and looks down his nose at Django. Through the course of the movie, Steven does even more to protect his way of life – in which slavery plays a pivotal role. It is no mistake that the makeup job on Jackson makes him look like Uncle Ben. Jackson, who has pretty much been sleepwalking through his roles for the last decade or so, rips into his role as Steven – and makes what could have been a regular Uncle Tom role into something much deeper, darker and more complicated.

The film has all the hallmarks of a Tarantino film. The films dialogue has a rhythm all its own – from the early scenes of Schultz and his “negotiation” with Django’s owner, to the dinner party scene which is the centerpiece of the third act to a ingenious and hilarious scene in which a bunch of Klan members complain about the lack of visibility in their hoods, no one writes dialogue quite like Tarantino – and no one is better at finding the right actors to deliver that dialogue. The film is also the most violent of Tarantino’s films – blood splatters the wall, the grass, the flowers, the trees and everything else around them every time guns are drawn – which is often.

What Tarantino has done in his last two films is what critics always complained about in his earlier films – he has developed a world view and a sense of morality. While Basterds was a better film – it is Tarantino’s masterpiece because his love of cinema and dialogue actually became key thematic elements in the film itself – Django is probably his angriest film. Many people have fooled themselves that in an America where Barack Obama is President, that racism is dead and we live in a “post racial world”. Tarantino doesn’t buy that argument. Django Unchained is a violent, angry look at race relations in America – yes, one that recognizes that America has come a long way from its earliest days, but still knows there is more to do. America still needs to reconcile itself with its violent, racist past and in some ways, a film like Django Unchained can help that. Yes, it is a spaghetti Western, a Blaxploitation film and a comedy. But it is also a more honest look at race in America than any other film in recent memory. Oh, and it’s the year’s most entertaining film to boot. This is truly a masterful film – one that only Tarantino could make.

Along Came Jones(1945).

Sunday, August 26, 2012


Along Came Jones(1945). Gary Copper, Lorettea Young, William Demarest and Dan Duryea. The movie was adapted by Nunnally Johnson, from the novel Useless Cowboy, by Alan Le May. Directed by Stuart Heisler.

When wounded during a stage robbery, masked bandit Monte Jarrad, drops a rifle engraved with his name. Having only the robber's name the sheriff of Payneville offers a $1,000 reward for his arrest. When Melody Jones rides into town with the initials "MJ" carved into his saddle, the people of Payneville believe him to be the masked bandit Monte.

Mild-mannered Melody enjoys the attention and begins to swagger like a gunslinger, until.. Cherry De Longpre, warns Melody to ride out of town. Melody, takes her advice and after he leaves, she visits the barn where she is hiding out the wounded Monte.

Melody, soon realizes that she has set him up as a decoy and returns to the ranch to confront her. That night Cherry, is shocked to find Melody in her bed and tells him that she wants to help Monte, her childhood friend. Cherry comes up with a plan.. to send Melody to lure the posse away from the ranch while Monte heads South. But, Melody is in love with Cherry and decides to return to the ranch with plans of his own.


*Note: Because of my blogger problems, I have to post all my western reviews here on N and CF.*




I thought this was a very entertaining western film with a wonderful combination of suspense, action, romance and comedy. Loretta Young, gives a wonderful performance as a woman torn between the bandit and the cowboy. Cooper gives one of his funniest performance.

Video: "Gary Cooper take me away."


Dan Duryea (January 23, 1907), was an actor of film, stage and television. He made his name on Broadway in the play, Dead End, followed by The Little Foxes.

He moved to Hollywood in 1940 to perform in the film version in the same role. He performed in similar roles as a weak characters in movies such as, The Pride of the Yankees.

As his career progressed throughout the 1940s he started to perform as a bad guy in a number of film noirs: Scarlet Street, The Woman in the Window, Criss Cross, Black Angel and Too Late for Tears.

From the 1950s, Duryea was more often seen in Westerns, Winchester '73 (1950), Thunder Bay (1953), The Burglar (1957), The Flight of the Phoenix (1965), and the primetime soap opera Peyton Place.

He also appeared in one of the first Twilight Zone episodes in 1959 as a drunken former gunfighter in "Mr. Denton on Doomsday," written by Rod Serling. He also guest starred on, The Barbara Stanwyck Show. In 1963, Duryea appeared as Dr. Ben Lorrigan in the episode, "Why Am I Grown So Cold , on the show,The Eleventh Hour.

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007)

Sunday, July 15, 2012


Genre: Western/Drama/Adventure/Biography/Crime

Starring: Brad Pitt, Cassey Affleck, Jeremy Renner, Garret Dillahunt, Mary-Louise Parker, Sam Rockwell, Paul Schneider

Jesse Woodson James (Pitt) was a famous American outlaw, bandit, murderer, gang leader, thief and robber from the state of Missouri who operated the James Gang along with his elder brother. Robert 'Bob' Ford (Affleck) was a young man just out of his teens who idolised Jesse and wanted to join his gang with him. Charley (Rockwell), Bob's elder brother and Bob himself, soon became a part of the gang and carried out many of the gangs operations. Although Bob looked up to Jesse, Jesse and his other gang members often teased Bob for his age and for his socially awkward behaviour. Due to heavy pressure from law enforcement agencies, the gang was forced to break up and Jesse realised his inevitable arrest. An event that involved two of Jesse's gang members, Dick Liddil (Scheider) and Wood Hite (Renner) resulted in a string of events that later led Robert to assassinate Jesse James. The movie is based on the true life incident and eventual death of Jesse James. The movie is not the regular western movie with stand-offs, gunslingers, saloon fights and hardcore action, but in fact is slow and dramatic and examines the unique relationship between Jesse and Rob. The movie has a touch of beauty to it in its own sense and Brad Pitt's phenomenal acting simply takes the cake. Although the movie has an extended run time, it does not appear to be slow or boring but it does expect the audience to be patient and let the movie work its charm on you.

Thumbs up: Brilliant acting, great plot
Thumbs down: Long run time

Rating: 7.4/10

True Grit (2010)

Saturday, April 21, 2012


Genre: Western/Drama/Action/Adventure

Starring: Matt Damon, Jeff Bridges, Hailee Steinfeld, Josh Brolin

The second movie adaptation based on a novel, the movie charts the adventure of Matie Ross (Steinfeld) who is out to avenge the death of her father by the notorious criminal Tom Chaney (Brolin). Tom double-crossed her father when he had hired him for an assignment and fled with his gold after killing him. Matie, a young and determined 14-year-old has more sense and guts than an adult twice her age and decides to hire the best gunslinger her money can buy and get him to track and arrest Chaney for his crime. She needs somebody who has true grit and U.S. Marshall Rooster Cockburn (Bridges) agrees the offer after much persuasion. En route, they meet Texas Ranger LaBoeuf (Damon) who is also hunting for Tom Chaney for another crime. Not being familiar with the land of Arkansas, he approaches Cockburn for a partnership where they both capture Chaney and share the rewards. Nominated for 10 Oscar awards, the movie is not for everyone and demands a whole lot of patience and understanding. Its slow to start and slow to progress and that is where you tend to lose interest. Its only towards the very end that the movie gets some meaning and momentum and where you start appreciating the movie completely. Fabulous performances especially by the young Hailee Steinfeld.

Thumbs up: Great performances
Thumbs down: Slow plot but matures well

Rating: 7.4/10

True Grit (2011)

Monday, February 6, 2012


I'm not one that goes out of his way to watch Westerns. In fact I try and avoid Westerns most of the time. As a cinephile, I hate missing out on any genre, but I do have my preferences.

I think the closest I came to really liking a movie that might have a feel of a Western was No Country For Old Men. Surprisingly enough, True Grit just happens to be a film made by the same directors, Ethan and Joel Coen. Although I had been avoiding True Grit for the longest time, I finally gave in, and I sure am glad.

I've almost always enjoyed the work of the Coen brothers and as a result I have often favored their style of direction. This film is no different in that it captures the slow pace of a western quite well, but still manages to be interesting. The rugged terrain of the "wild west" is brought about beautifully adding substance to the story and almost proving to be a supporting character in the film.

The film is about Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld), a young girl, who hires a drunk US Marshall Rooster Cogburn (Jeff Bridges) to find the killer of her father. En route they encounter LaBoeuf (Matt Damon), a Texas Ranger, who has a agenda of his own and is after the same killer as Mattie.


Jeff Bridges gives a pretty great performance, but overall I could not help but imagine the Dude being reincarnated as a drunk US Marshal and ending up in this film. Moreover, the accent at times was so strong that not having watched the film with subtitles, all I could get was mumbles. It didn't take away from the enjoyment of the film, but nevertheless it was something that bothered me on instance.

Matt Damon as LaBoeuf failed to leave an impact. He carried his role, but throughout the film it felt odd, a bit out of place. The awkwardness might have just worked because here was a Texas Ranger who is in a new town making new acquaintances to capture a killer he has been following for a while, but although I like Matt Damon as an actor he did not do justice to the role.  


Barry Pepper and Josh Brolin have limited roles, but they shine in their respective parts. The surprise of the entire film, the breakthrough performance, the act that not only made the film for me, but also made me recommend it to others is Hailee Steinfeld's Mattie Ross. Hailee Steinfeld carries the entire film on her back, and considering that she is in the company of movie legends like Jeff Bridges, it means a lot. Determined, witty, stubborn, unafraid, Mattie Ross is a girl with a mission, one that she will complete at any cost, and Hailee manages to tap into that persona with all her gusto to give a performance of a lifetime.

True Grit is a great film that stands out for a commendable performance by its lead actress.

Rating 4/5 

The Best Films I Have Never Seen Before: The Naked Spur (1953)

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Naked Spur (1953) *** ½
Directed by: Anthony Mann.
Written by: Sam Rolfe and Harold Jack Bloom.
Starring:  James Stewart (Howard Kemp), Janet Leigh (Lina Patch), Robert Ryan (Ben Vandergroat), Ralph Meeker (Roy Anderson), Millard Mitchell (Jesse Tate).

I have heard the Anthony Mann-James Stewart Westerns of the 1950s described as “revenge films”, but that is not exactly accurate. True, in Winchester 73, Stewart is trying to track down his brother, who killed their father, but he’s only one part of a larger story. And in The Man from Laramie, Stewart is seeking revenge for his brother’s murder, but his motives, and in fact his character, are largely outside the family melodrama at the heart of the film. What is true is that the movies are morally complex – and that Stewart may not always be the good guy – he may never actually be the good guy in these films. I think Mann liked using Stewart for a similar reason that Hitchcock liked the actor – he had such a wholesome image, that audiences would follow Stewart into darker places than they would many other actors.

The Naked Spur (1953) is no exception. In the film, Stewart plays Howard Kemp, a man who has been tracking fugitive Ben Vandergroat (Robert Ryan) for months, in the hopes of catching him and getting the $5,000 reward. He knows that if he does catch Ben, it will mean he gets hanged, but he doesn’t care. He wants the money. But just as he’s closing in on Ben, he unwittingly gets two partners – the wily old Jesse (Millard Mitchell), and the dishonorably discharged soldier Roy (Ralph Meeker). They catch Ben, but things get further complicated because he was travelling with Lina (Janet Leigh), a beautiful young woman, who is the daughter of a dead associate of Ben’s. Things get even more complicated, when Ben reveals to everyone the bounty on his head, which Howard had failed to mention. So now, these three “bounty hunters”, who don’t know each other, have to find a way to trust one another. Ben hopes to drive a wedge between them, and perhaps that wedge could be Lina.

The Naked Spur is odd for a Western, in that it is almost a chamber piece. These are the only five characters we see in the movie, and although the mountains and the scenery are fantastic (as we expect from Mann), this certainly a film with more talk than action. Stewart did some of his best work with Mann, and here is no exception – he is a bitter, angry man just trying to get back his land, and sees everyone as in his way. And yet, he is also a moral man – or at least likes to think of himself as one. Robert Ryan, who was a wonderful character actor, and often played terrific villains roles, is in top form here as Ben, who slowly tries to pick this “alliance” apart. He isn’t a nice man, but he doesn’t seem unrepentantly evil either. No one, it seems, except Howard really care if he is ever caught – no one else is pursuing him anyway – and he’s fighting for his life. Although the roles played by Leigh (part damsel in distress, part innocent girl in over her head), Meeker (slimy skeezeball) and Mitchell (old coot) are more standard issue Western tropes, they play them well – and round out the cast.

The filmmaking by Mann is, as always, top notch. He loves the shots of the mountains in the distance – another hill to climb – and also loves the idea of “higher ground”. The few gun battles in The Naked Spur – like Winchester 73 and The Man from Laramie as well – all involved someone getting the upper hand, by getting the higher ground. The scenery in The Naked Spur is beautiful, but it’s also ominous.

If I think The Naked Spur is perhaps not quite as good as Winchester 73 or The Man from Laramie (on the same level of Bend of the River – and I still need to see The Far Country), it’s because this time, I didn’t see much wrong with Stewart’s moral position. A lot is made of the fact that he is going to making money off of another man’s death. But Ryan is hardly an innocent – he is a murderer after all – and in the Old West, the death penalty was something no one questioned. Perhaps looking back through modern eyes his position seems slightly suspect, but not really. If he was a Sheriff chasing down Ryan to be hanged, would anyone have a problem with it?

But that’s really just a small quibble, with what is otherwise a top notch Western. Anthony Mann was one of the masters of the genre, and The Naked Spur is a good example of why.

The Best Films I Have Never Seen Before: The Gunfighter (1950)

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Gunfighter (1950) ****
Directed by: Henry King.
Written by: William Bowers and William Sellers.
Starring:  Gregory Peck (Jimmy Ringo), Helen Westcott (Peggy Walsh), Millard Mitchell (Marshal Mark Strett), Jean Parker (Molly), Karl Malden (Mac), Skip Homeier (Hunt Bromley),  Anthony Ross (Deputy Charlie Norris), Verna Felton (Mrs. August Pennyfeather), Ellen Corby (Mrs. Devlin), Richard Jaeckel (Eddie).

The Gunfighter was years ahead of its time when it came in 1950. Darkness was just starting to creep in Westerns at that time – in films like Howard Hawks’ Red River (1948), but for the most part, Westerns will still fun, entertaining adventures. But The Gunfighter looks at the dark side of the Old West – and stars Gregory Peck in one of his greatest performances as a gunslinger, already old at 35, who is tired of living life on the run, tired of having to prove just how tough he is every time he walks into a bar, or really anywhere else he goes. All he wants is to live a normal life – and that is something that he almost certainly will never have.

Peck stars as Jimmy Ringo, who along with Wyatt Earp is one of the most famous gunfighters in America. Everyone knows his name and how many people he has killed (or at least they think they do, as many more deaths have been attributed to Ringo than he actually killed). The film opens with a wonderful sequence where a young Richard Jaeckel finds out the stranger at the bar is THE Jimmy Ringo. “He don’t look so tough” Jaeckel says, and proceeds to antagonize the older man, who tries to get the kid to sit down and shut up, but the kid won’t listen. When he draws his gun, Ringo has no choice but to kill him. But Jaeckel has three older brothers, who are none too pleased that Ringo killed the baby of the family – never mind that it wasn’t Ringo’s fault – and they come after him, forcing Ringo to leave town. That doesn’t matter too much to Ringo anyway – he’s already on his way somewhere else.

The movie takes place over the span of 24 hours – with most of it happening in a barroom in a small town. The bartender is Mac (Karl Malden), who remembers Ringo “from the old days”, and the Town Marshall is Mark Strett (Millard Mitchell), who used to run with Ringo and his gang, has now gone on the straight and narrow. All Ringo wants in town is to see Peggy Walsh (Helen Westcott), the wife he had to run out on years before. If she’ll talk to him, he’ll leave with no trouble.

For a Western, the action in The Gunfighter is oddly muted. There are only three gunfights in the movie, and even using the term doesn’t quite seem right. When they come, they come quickly, and are over just as fast. Most of the movie is simply Peck’s Ringo, walking around the bar trying to figure out why his life went so wrong, and what he could have done to prevent it. The other part of the movie is the town’s reaction to Ringo being there. Some are scared, some “don’t think he looks so tough”, but everyone is curious. One of my favorite scenes in the movie involves the local ladies, who all get behind Mrs. August Pennyfeather (Verna Felton) as they go to the Marshall Strett to demand that he run this murderer out of town – or even string him up. Little do they realize that the ever polite man they are talking to as they wait for the Marshall is actually the nefarious evil doer himself.

The Gunfighter calls to mind a film like Unforgiven (1992) – which was about a much older gunfighter, who had many more kills to his name, who has tried to go straight. Clint Eastwood’s film is a masterpiece – one of the very best Westerns ever made, and The Gunfighter is pretty much just as good. Gregory Peck was known for the dignity he brought to his roles – he did after all play Atticus Finch – and he brings that same dignity and authority to his role here. But he also brings a tiredness – a weariness to this role that fits it perfectly. This could just be the best work of Peck’s career. Millard Mitchell works well as the Marshall – a man who realized the path he was travelling would lead him nowhere before Ringo did – in essence before it was too late. There is no hatred or anger in him towards Ringo – but more of a pitying sympathy. Ringo is holding onto a delusion that he knows really isn’t going to happen, and Mark knows it too, but they don’t mention it. Sometimes delusions are all we have.

The film was directed by Henry King, who was an old pro of the Hollywood system. He also directed Peck in 1949’s High (a film I really do need to watch for this series at some point). Hardly one of the greats of the studio era, and not much remembered today, here he finds the perfect way to shoot the movie. The period detail is more accurate that most Westerns of its era – including Peck’s ridiculous mustache and bowl haircut – and he captures the sudden violence and the weary tone of the film perfectly. Had The Gunfighter been directed by someone like John Ford or Howard Hawks, it would probably be recognized as one of the greatest Westerns ever made – it certainly deserves to be. But it wasn’t, so to a certain extent the movie has toiled in relative obscurity throughout the last 61 years. This needs to change. The Gunfighter is a masterpiece.

The Best Films I've Never Seen Before: Major Dundee (1965)

Friday, September 23, 2011

Major Dundee (1965) *** ½  
Directed by: Sam Peckinpah.
Written by: Harry Julian Fink & Oscar Saul and Sam Peckinpah.
Starring: Charlton Heston (Major Amos Charles Dundee), Richard Harris (Captain Benjamin Tyreen), Jim Hutton (Lieutenant Graham), James Coburn (Samuel Potts), Michael Anderson Jr. (Trooper Tim Ryan), Senta Berger (Teresa Santiago), Mario Adorf (Sergeant Gomez), Brock Peters (Aesop), Warren Oates (O.W. Hadley), Ben Johnson (Sergeant Chillum), R.G. Armstrong (Reverend Dahlstrom), L.Q. Jones (Arthur Hadley), Slim Pickens (Wiley), Karl Swenson (Captain Waller), Michael Pate (Sierra Charriba).

Sam Peckinpah’s films are filled with violence, and complex ideas about the conflict between values and ideals. They have a very definite idea of what it means to be a man, and his films may be the most misogynistic of any great director. His female characters are most often prostitutes, or sluts, and they almost all drag the male “heroes” of his movies down – getting them into trouble. Major Dundee was his third film as a director – and at that point his most expensive. He started to shoot the movie before a script had been finished, and he ended up going over schedule and budget on the shoot. He edited the film together, and the studio didn’t like it. They took it away from him, cut it down, added a score Peckinpah hates, and released it – to bad reviews and poor box office. It would take Peckinpah four years to make his next film – The Wild Bunch – which would make him a legend. After the success of that film, the studio offered Peckinpah a chance to re-edit Major Dundee, but he declined. He had the idea in his head that Major Dundee was his lost masterpiece, and didn’t want to go back and simply rediscover a failure. In 2005, years after his dead, someone did it for him – adding 12 minutes of footage (bringing it up to 136) and advertising it as only 7 minutes shorter than Peckinpah’s original version. But if Film Comment is to be believed (and I don’t see why it shouldn’t be), than Peckinpah’s cut was actually more like 161 minutes – and he thought that he had taken too much out, and wanted to go back and add another 20 minutes or so. None of that really matters though – the 136 minute version is the closest we will ever get to Peckinpah’s original. What emerges is certainly a flawed film, and yet one that I have a feeling could have been a masterpiece had the film had more time to flush out its themes and characters. So perhaps the original version really was the masterpiece Peckinpah had in his head.

The movie stars Charlton Heston in the title role. He is a Union Officer, who has been sent to oversee a jail in New Mexico, because he has a tough time following orders. The jail contains common criminals, and Confederate POWs, including Captain Tyreen (Richard Harris), who went to West Point alongside Dundee, but ended up fighting for the Confederates. The film opens with a massacre of a small village at the hands of the ruthless Apache leader Sierra Charriba, who kills everyone in the village except for three young boys. Despite the fact that they know Charriba will be headed for Mexico, Dundee is determined to go after him, rescue the kids and kill Charriba. But he cannot take his whole Garrison – that would irresponsible – so he asks for volunteers from the prisoners. Eventually, Tyreen and his men agree to participate – but “Only until Carriba is killed or captured” – then Tyreen plans to kill Dundee.

The film is a odyssey in many ways – much more about the journey itself rather than the destination. Peckinpah initially didn’t want to show Charriba in the film at all, and end the film without a conflict between the two sides, which may well have made for a more complex film, but it isn’t quite what he ended up making. Dundee is not unlike Captain Ahab, going after his white whale long after everyone else thinks he has gone insane, or perhaps like Conrad’s Marlow, who is drawn ever deeper into the darkness by his search for Kurtz. Like Heart of Darkness, Major Dundee is more complex than it initially appears to be – giving a complex portrait of it’s major characters, including Carriba and the Apaches, instead of making them into savages, and also including the few African Americans soldiers who also come along with Dundee. They are tired of sitting on the sidelines waiting to fight.

Perhaps the biggest problem with Major Dundee is the two main performances. Charlton Heston could be effective when he played his straight forward, square jawed protagonists in films like Touch of Evil, Ben-Hur and Planet of the Apes, but Major Dundee is a complex role – and one I’m not sure he was up for. Dundee is supposed to be on the edge of madness for much of the movie – especially when he gets injured and has to spend time recuperating – but Heston doesn’t quite get to the level he needs to. Richard Harris was a better actor than Heston, but I had a hard time believing him as a Southern officer. Yes, near the end of the movie they mentioned that he was an Irish immigrant, but his accent was distracting (like Michael Caine, Harris seems to be an actor who doesn’t bother to change his accent no matter where his character is supposed to be from). Dundee and Tyreen are both terrific roles, and some of that complexity comes through, but it’s almost in spite of the performances.

As a Western, Major Dundee seems to be caught between two worlds – the classic, John Ford type Western, and the more modern Western, that Peckinpah mastered in The Wild Bunch. There are moments that deliberately echo John Ford films (and he did cast Ford regular Ben Johnson as one of the Confederate soldiers) – in particular a funeral scene where the men sing “We Shall Gather at the River”. Of course, to a certain extent, the plot outline even resembles Ford’s The Searchers – with his conflicted hero pursuing a Native tribe to try and get back white children before they are corrupted. But just as Ford’s Westerns got more complex as they went along (and he tried to make his Native apology in Cheyenne Autumn), Peckinpah’s ideas about race and Native relations is more complex than the classic Western. When an old Apache is asked why he hunts with Carriba, he answers “Why not? All this land is ours”. There are so major Native characters – like James Coburn’s half breed tracker, and their scout who they distrust right up until they have definitive proof that he is loyal to them (and of course, by then its too late). Yet all of the connective tissue of the movie – whether it be between Dundee and Tyreen, or the ideas about Native identity or racism, even European colonialism (they clash with a band of French soldiers in Mexico) – seem to be somewhat strained, or under developed. Perhaps had Peckinpah been able to make his film 3 hours long like he wanted to, they would have come off better.

And yet, despite all of Major Dundee’s flaws, I couldn’t help but be drawn into it – couldn’t help but be fascinated by it. It is quite clearly the work of Peckinpah, and seeing where this themes explored here are expanded and perfected in films like The Wild Bunch (1969), Straw Dogs (1971) and Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974), simply makes Major Dundee all the more fascinating. We will never know just what Peckinpah’s version of this movie would have looked like. Studio interference and his own stubbornness have made that impossible. But what we are left with is a fascinating artifact by a great director.

The Good, The Bad and the Ugly (1966)

Thursday, August 11, 2011


Top 100 Films: #2
Overall Rating: 10/10

To try and summarize the importance of The Good, The Bad and the Ugly on the evolution of my perspective of film as more than purely an American based art form would be in vain even at my most articulate. Simply put, this film put the notion of greatness into my own zeitgeist and sent me down a path from which there was no turning back. It introduced me to foreign cinema, stylistic direction, the epic, classic movies, westerns, and was one close up draw jump from here to Kurosawa.

But no need to go there now, this post is about the mesmerizing style of Leone, catapulted by the charismatic crook Eli Wallach, ignited by the dynamic villainy of Lee Van Cleef, and launched into the stratosphere of legendary by the smooth, timeless Clint Eastwood. The Good, The Bad and the Ugly (GBU) is a film unphased by aging or the growing trends of high octane entertainment. It survives the decades because it shaped the films of each of them. As influential as a film would ever dare be, and the kind of movie you can watch over and over again and constantly get something more out of.

It is perhaps best said that GBU is a film of nonstop minor escalation and deescalation wrapped around a larger, ever escalating primary plot. With each passing turn, each down time, each move, the viewer is privy to new insights to the characters, new ways of viewing the western as Leone viewed it, and somber morality tales to interspersed throughout the lot. The backdrop of the Civil War reminds us that violence is more than the never ending bloodbath of nightmares, it is the revelation of a man's inner being. It strips away at the heart of them, and delivers unto us their true form.

Are they a sultan of greed? A swindler of life? Or perhaps a compassionate loner with eyes full of gold? Maybe they're just a lowly captain tired of the endless nothingness at costs we dare not dream to imagine. Such is the world of The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. And with that you mind find it hard to imagine, this is one hell of a fun ride.

GBU starts of slow. Three scenes, three introductions, three foundations for the entire film, with each character defined for us in their most basic sense. After all, once we know what we're dealing with, all that is left to us is the journey, right? That's where Leone gets his pay off. That's where he truly makes his mark. For Leone takes these characters to their brink of their archetypes, and in each shows us something more raw. Of course, there's no denying Tuco is Leone's caricature masterpiece. He's the full realization of the byproduct of such a world as the one Leone examines through this film's near three hour runtime.  The world of the west, put so eloquently by Tuco himself creates two kinds of people - priests or thieves, and those who opt for the inbetween pay the price.

So it is perhaps most noteworthy that while Tuco himself succumbs to the primal nature for greed, his compatriot in fate, The Man with No Name/Blondie, is a more subtle, and intriguingly complicated man. For without much thought you could easily label him as little more than another Tuco himself. He lies, steals, but above it all shows an awareness for the world in which he resides. As if he is playing his own game with those around him, the prize of which often comes out to be their life. In many respects he is a gatekeeper, a judge who acts in favor of the better man, but only when that man chooses to act so. That doesn't mean he won't drop you off at the next desert if he feels you've served your purpose. It just means that when push comes to shove, he'll always plan for the upper hand.

As a villain, Angel Eyes' iconic status rests entirely on the cold, sly snarl of Lee Van Cleef. Every bit the soldier he pretends to be, Angel Eyes is not a man of great wit or charisma, but instead relies on pure, unadulterated dedication to the task at hand. Once his direction has been set, one would need an army to deter him from his inevitable course. And for that reason, his sinister nature comes out in full. He'll torture a man as soon as friend him, and if you're not careful he'll leave you behind to save his own skin in a heartbeat.

So take those three, those lovable, cartoonish characters and wrap them into the world of Leone's one of a kind style. Just watch this movie for the way Leone uses the camera. Sure, we all know the closeups, but pay attention to what he gets out of them - especially the eyes. The amount of emotion he gets out of his main characters. The subtle facial twitches and quirks that give them a relatable life, where another director would stick for the warmth but distant medium shot. Look at the compositions of the shots, the blend of Ennio Morricone's magnanimous score, the prolific nature each camera movement takes. Each shot is setup to be a portrait of the film at large.

So developed that once you see a photo of it, the entire film begins to flash through your mind once again. You remember that music, the lines, the looks on each character's face as they match wits and guns against one another. The steadfast calm at which Blondie drew his gun. The shifty look of annoyance as Tuco tried to make heads or tails of a given situation. The way Angel Eyes laugh brought flames into those sharp, dagger eyes. It's all there, all memorable, and only gets better with time. The Good, The Bad and the Ugly may not be a movie you have to watch dozens of times to understand, but it is one that pays off no matter how many times you do.


Film Credits:
Directed By: Sergio Leone
Screenplay By: Sergio Leone, Furio Scarpelli, Agenore Incrocci, & Luciano Vincenzoni
Story By: Sergio Leone and Luciano Vincenzoni
English Version By: Mickey Knox

Movie Review: Cowboys and Aliens

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Cowboys and Aliens **
Directed by: Jon Favreau.
Written by: Roberto Orci & Alex Kurtzman & Damon Lindelof and Mark Fergus & Hawk Ostby based on the comic book by Scott Mitchell Rosenberg.
Starring: Daniel Craig (Jake Lonergan), Harrison Ford (Woodrow Dolarhyde), Olivia Wilde (Ella Swenson), Sam Rockwell (Doc), Adam Beach (Nat Colorado), Clancy Brown (Meacham), Keith Carradine (Sheriff John Taggart), Paul Dano (Percy Dolarhyde), Noah Ringer (Emmett Taggart), Walton Goggins (Hunt).

I love alien invasion movies almost as much as I love Westerns, so Cowboys and Aliens should have been right up my alley. And yet, I cannot find too much positive to say about the film. It is a boring and lazy film that really offers very little of the fun that combining these two genres should have generated. It feels as if no one involved in the film – from the writers to director Jon Favreau to the actors – are simply going through the motions. They are all capable of much better than this.

The film stars Daniel Craig as Jake Lonergan, who at the beginning of the movie wakes up in the middle of nowhere, with no memory of how he got there, and a strange metal bracelet on his arm. He is almost immediately set upon by three men who think there could be a bounty on his head – and he quickly dispatches with all three of them, steals some clothes and a horse and rides into town. It appears that people there know who he is – and don’t much like him. He recently led a gang that stole some gold from Woodrow Dolarhyde (Harrison Ford), who pretty much owns the whole town. He quickly runs afoul with Dolarhyde’s no good son Percy (Paul Dano), and the two of them end up in jail. As they are about to be transferred to the federal Marshall’s, aliens attack the town, and take half the people. And Jake learns the metal bracelet on his arm is a weapon – the only weapon that seems that effective against the aliens. A posse is formed, and Lonergan and Dollarhyde are forced into an uneasy alliance to try and get back the people of the town. And who is the strange woman, Ella (Olivia Wilde), who seems to know more than she is letting on?

Personally, I think a very good movie could have been made out of this material. Cowboys and Aliens are two things you certainly do not associate with each other, and yet, could very easily be blended – with the cowboys having to band together to fight the invading horde. Add in the Indians as further good guys, as the movie does near the end, and you really don’t even have to change the basic setup of a Western all that much – just sub in the savage aliens for the savage Indians in classic Westerns, and the movie pretty much writes itself. Unfortunately however, the filmmakers seemed to have done just that – written the film on autopilot, and added nothing interesting to the mix. Director Jon Favreau usually makes his films, including the two Iron Man films, fun and visually interesting, but here he finds the least interesting way to shoot practically everything. The aliens themselves show zero imagination – essentially, they are clones of the Aliens creatures. This lack of imagination extends to most of the below the line aspects of the film – the cinematography, editing, art direction, costume design, the music. It isn’t that any of them are particularly awful, it’s just that they all seem like the safest, least imaginative choices available to the filmmakers.

The biggest problem to me though is the cast – particularly the two leads. I know what Daniel Craig is going for in this movie – a kind of Clint Eastwood, Man with No Name, stoicism, yet he simply comes across as bored. Harrison Ford has pretty much come across as bored in every movie for the last decade. While sometimes that works – like in last year’s Morning Glory, where he was after all playing a man who was bored – most of the time it comes across as if he no longer cares. Here, he is simply going through the motions – which dooms his character, who is so full of contradictions it would have been difficult to play even had Ford given it his all. Olivia Wilde continues to be given not much interesting to do in movies. Like in Tron: Legacy, it seems like everyone is enamored with her beauty, and feel they don’t need to give her anything interesting to do. There are some nice supporting performances – Ketih Carradine fits his role as the grizzled Sheriff perfectly, Sam Rockwell plays the wuss who needs to man up nicely and Walton Goggins is in fine form as dimwitted bad guy, but it hardly redeems the movie.

Perhaps it’s just that it is now late July, and I have seemingly had to watch a special effects driven spectacle every week for the past three months. And yet, the past two weekends brought two of my favorite blockbusters of the year with Harry Potter and Captain America, so I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s simply that everyone involved in Cowboys and Aliens is simply going through the motions, and the result is plain to see.

The Best Films I've Never Seen Before: Destry Rides Again (1939)

Friday, July 22, 2011

Destry Rides Again (1939) ***
Directed by: George Marshall.
Written by: Felix Jackson & Gertrude Purcell &  Henry Myers based on the novel by Max Brand  
Starring: Marlene Dietrich (Frenchy), James Stewart (Thomas Jefferson 'Tom' Destry Jr.), Mischa Auer (Boris Stavrogin), Charles Winninger (Washington Dimsdale), Brian Donlevy (Kent), Allen Jenkins (Gyp Watson), Warren Hymer (Bugs Watson), Irene Hervey (Janice Tyndall), Una Merkel (Lily Belle), Billy Gilbert (Loupgerou), Samuel S. Hinds (Judge / Mayor Hiram J. Slade).

Jimmy Stewart is one of the most likable actors in movie history. Alfred Hitchcock knew this, which is why he cast Stewart is dark films like Rear Window (1954) and Vertigo (1958) because he knew audiences would follow Stewart anywhere – even into becoming a peeping tom, or into his obsession with a dead woman. After all, Stewart played Mr. Smith, George Bailey and Elwood P. Dowd. Another of Stewart’s pure, awe shucks good guy roles is in Destry Rides Again, as a new Deputy in the Wild West Town of Bottleneck, who comes in and tames it, mostly without using a gun. Destry has a lot of stories about a “A guy I knew once”, which explain why he doesn’t believe in violence. And it is Stewart who makes Destry Rides Again so entertaining.

The movie opens in Bottleneck with the murder of the old Sheriff by Kent (Brian Donlevy), the owner of the saloon, who runs the town as his own personal playground. He has the mayor (Samuel S. Hinds) in his pocket, and can do whatever he wants. He is currently scamming all the local ranchers out of their land, so he can charge absorbent rates for other who want to graze their cattle there.  The Sheriff doesn’t like it, so he’s gunned down. Everyone knows it, although they do not question the “official” story that the Sheriff had to leave town in a hurry. In order to avoid any messiness in the future, the Mayor decides to name the town drunk Wash (Charles Winninger) the new Sheriff. But Wash surprises everyone. He wants to be a law and order man – he once worked under the legendary Tom Destry, and now decides to bring out his son Tom Destry Jr. (Stewart) to be his new deputy and tame the town. That is precisely what Destry wants to do – although he shocks everyone by informing them he doesn’t care a gun. He saw his father shot in the back, and doesn’t want to go out the same way. He quickly becomes a laughingstock.

But Destry has a plan. He likes the fact that everyone underestimates him. That will make his job easier. So Destry sets out to cleanup the town, winning people, including Kent’s girl, the tough pool room singer Frenchy (Marlene Dietrich) to his side. Eventually however, non-violence only gets you so far before you have to pick up a gun to get the job done.

Directed by George Marshall, Destry Rides Again is a perfectly fine, entertaining old school Western. Made in 1939, when the Western was still an innocent genre devoid of the darkness that would seep in later decades, Destry Rides Again is feel good entertainment. It is one of the films, along with John Ford’s Stagecoach from the same year, that I would recommend to parents who want to introduce their children to the Western genre. Start them with the adventure, before you introduce the dark side the genre would later offer.

Stewart was in quite a few of those darker Westerns during his collaboration with Anthony Mann in films like Winchester 73, Bend of the River, The Naked Spur, The Far Country and The Man from Laramie. I have not seen all of those films (hopefully soon), but what I have seen I have loved. I prefer my Westerns darker, which is perhaps why I didn’t enjoy Destry Rides Again as much as those other films. And yet, I have to admit that before you can subvert a genre, you have to have the standard. And Destry Rides Again meets that criteria. And with Stewart as likable as ever, Dietrich playing the tough girl, singer and a supporting cast full of fine character actors, I can’t complain too much about the film. A great film it isn’t, but it is wonderfully entertaining.

Rango (2011)

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


Overall Score: 7.75/10

To be absolutely honest, it's not very often that I find myself turned off by a commercial for a movie and then perform a complete 180 when I finally seek it out for an official viewing. If anything, it is far more often that I am drawn in by a commercial and then sulk into a darkened corner and rant when the final product is unveiled. So, it is always a pleasant surprise to find a movie which without caution sails past my lowered expectations, and finds a place high upon my shelf of entertainment.

Last year, that movie was How to Train Your Dragon. This year, the movie is Rango. And believe me, the commercials couldn't be worse with respect to what this film is trying to do. Combining elements of Star Wars and the Sergio Leone Spaghetti Westerns, whose connection might be less vague than you realize, with surrealism in the vein of Hitchcock/Dali's Spellbound, Rango is a mentally entrancing experience. An experience wrapped in the fragile shell of generic loner becomes hero, family stamped and approved storyline simplicity.

With more curious head turns than a Dancing With the Stars audience at a Higgs Boson seminar, Rango is a charming, lonely soul whose infectious stories and flamboyant mannerisms can take charge of any scene. Where many films deal only with surface level, external aspects of being lonely, Rango's is tackled internally, through the use of dream expositions. We see the power of a vivid imagination and dedication to a character, mixed in with the longing for friends who both appreciate, but also idolize you. You're not just good to them, you're the best to them. And in the case of Rango, that draw means more to him than even the most basic fundamentals of his personality.

Depp delivers a whimsical performance as the sporadic protagonist lizard, Rango. Rich in layers, and heavy on quirky, the character is T-ed up perfectly for Depp's cinematic persona. Ned Beatty continues racking up the villainous vocal roles transition from a cuddly teddy bear to the turtle mayor of Dirt. A straight forward, self-interested baddy whose evil ways rely more on Beatty's strong voice command than demonstrable action. And simply put, the movie couldn't handle much more characterization than that.

The rest of the cast is a hodge podge of worthwhile characters, each with their pre-associated character quirk to maintain their usefulness throughout the run time. There's not much digging to be had here, and the film's better for it. Rango is by all accounts a character piece, living the shadow of the family genre. It's only there because the main story wants to be, but it could easily transfer to another medium without fault.

That's not to say Rango is without faults. Despite the high voltage action, the film Rango can be as unfocused as its titular star. It can turn a hilarious moment that will split the guts of audiences right into the kind of comedy you'd expect to find on some Saturday morning cartoon rehashing the same joke over and over. Taking the ride of Rango is like hoping on a beast of a roller coaster. When it's high, it's as high as any would dare go, but when it's low... well, let's just say the fall is steep, quick, and may involve nausea. But it is to the endless credit of the talent involved that those low moments are brief and far between, using every bit of inertia to keep the movie going up.

Gore Verbinski may have lost me on the last two pirate films, but he sold me hook line and sinker here. Rango is a pure enjoyment of a watch. Granted, its referential obsessions may be lost on those without the cinema knowledge to back it up. Seriously people, if you're over forty and didn't get that was Clint Eastwood, you need a good talking too!

Film Credits:
Directed By - Gore Verbinski
Written By - John Logan


Addendum - Am I the only one who went 'oh come off it' when Music By Hans Zimmer rolled out into the credits? At least half the music in the movie was The Good, the Bad and the Ugly and the Harmonica theme from Once Upon a Time in the West.

True Grit (2010)

Tuesday, December 28, 2010


OVERALL RATING: 8.00/10

My apprehension with respect to the Coen Brothers has been well documented over the past year on this blog. I often contend that they are masters of the tease who collapse onto themselves when it comes time for the pay off. Their interwoven tales of literary references and societal analogies get lost in harsh contextual backlog of self-important rants. Any messages they may have originally intended crumble underneath the weight of seemingly rushed finales which usually include the removal of key characters at warp speed and hanging plot points. So when I heard they were remaking the 1969 western True Grit, I had my reservations.

Arguably their most accessible work, Joel and Ethan Coen (No Country for Old Men, The Big Lebowski) enter into the basic foundations of western ideology in their 2010 adaptation. Removing the more family friendly comedy elements that sustained the original, True Grit is a emotionally insightful look at the western lawman. With the precision of a fine tuned pianist, the writing-directing team balance their patented elusive, high-brow, dark comedy with a beautifully captured focus on characters and motivations.

At times morose, but seldom lackluster, the 2010 True Grit installment is given a decisive mood which the original film lacked. The tale of Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld), and her hunt to inflict retribution upon Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin) for the murder of her father, is one of awakening and loss. Seemingly stoic, Ross is forced to face real world pain and loss as she encounters a collection of vile and sycophantic criminals on the run. Teaming up with the hard-nosed US Marshall Rooster Cogburn (Jeff Bridges), and reluctantly the Texas Ranger LeBoeuf (Matt Damon), her business savvy and reclusive lifestyle is put to the ultimate test.

In her first major acting role, Steinfeld replaces the bossy nature of Darby's incarnation with a more personable and humane take on Ross. The accessibility of her character solidifies the connection between the audience and the narrative. With the exception of only one scene, and a couple of shots, she is the focal point through which all the events that transpire are presented. The audience is only privy to those conversations that she can hear, and view violence the way she does. As such the violent acts are a powerful thing. A gunshot doesn't merely end with a spot of blood and a fall. Each shot is a thundering bang, each drop of blood a splattering spray, met with screams of anguish and lingering death

Perhaps it is par for the course that the action scenes which take place away from the eyes of Mattie Ross are relatively tame. Though over the top, both deal with violence through the lens of those who deal with it on a daily basis. Thus enters the much coveted Jeff Bridges with a powerhouse performance as Rooster Cogburn.

Bridges' take on Rooster Cogburn is as stubborn and drunk as Wayne's ever was. However there's an added element of history which supplies layers and insight to Cogburn that make him equally lovable and contemptible. He can be audacious and vile, but underneath it all he has a sense justice that, while not unwavering, carries with it a strong sense of decency. Making him the perfect match for the flamboyant and boisterous LeBoeuf. Damon tones down LeBoeuf's incessant self-obsession in favor of a more intellectual cowboy. LeBoeuf counters Cogburn's down to earth, everyday man, style with a more upper class lawman. He makes up for his rash and lack of viable experience with charisma and resoluteness.

The back and forth banter between Cogburn and LeBoeuf stood out to me as one of the film's most enjoyable aspects. Hilarious, and yet eye opening, they provide the film a much needed breakdown of archaic western mythos. Neither character is without flaws, many of which we are shown, and therein lies our desire to want to know them better. Unfortunately, at the cost of these diatribes, we lose one aspect of the original 1969 film I admired - the platonic bond that builds between Cogburn and Ross.

Stepping into the villainous role of Tom Chaney, Josh Brolin uses his (more or less) five minutes to absolute perfection. He is everything the preceding conversations would lead you to believe, and more. With even less screen time, Barry Pepper steps into the difficult to fill shoes of Robert Duvall as Lucky Ned Pepper, adding to the films list of memorable performances. From the closeups of his spitting and mangled teeth, the makeup team gave Ned a vagrant look and Pepper had the gumption to match it. Together they give a brief introspective to the products of a world split between the lawful and the lawless.

Using dialogue that at times borders on poetic, the Coen Brothers do an outstanding job of capturing this world. The characters are not your general 'ho-hum' western stereotypes, but instead use words riddled in syllables and pronunciation (you'd be surprised how rare that is for a western). Winter as the backdrop to their journey provides a chilling, dark, and foreboding visual tone. It creates a since of isolation and barrenness to scenery that would otherwise seem welcoming. As the film progresses, this isolation becomes more and more apparent. Wide shots of towns and landscapes give way to closeups and reaction shots.

Which is one of the primary reasons why I find the final shootout equally appealing and frustrating. The iconic scene of Cogburn charging four men head on, dual wielding guns, is as much apart of the True Grit nostalgia as any scene in the film. Yet it feels so disassociated with the tone of the rest of the film, I can't but feel another approach would have made more sense.  Sure you may lose some marketability, but I truly feel it would have been a more satisfying conclusion.

Still, no matter how I slice it, True Grit is one of the best films I've seen this year. The mix of comedy, tragedy, and visual prowess provides a versatile viewing experience unlike any other film I've witnessed this year. It resonates on a deep level with wonderfully incandescent characters and beautiful imagery. It is my firm opinion that True Grit ranks among the upper echelon of Coen Brothers films.

Film Credits:
Written and Directed By: Joel and Ethan Coen
Novel By: Charles Portis


So, what did you think of True Grit? If you haven't seen it yet, will you?

Per qualche dollaro in più (1965)

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Genre: Action/Adventure/Western/Crime

Starring: Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef, Gian Maria Volonte

English Title: For a Few Dollars More. It was a time when 'wanted' posters adorned every corner of the streets and the sheriffs office was too scared to run behind them. That was when bounty killers came and hunted down wanted criminals for the reward money. Monco (Eastwood) was one such bounty killer and his eyes were set on hunting down El Indio (Volonte) who had $10,000 reward on his head. Col. Douglas Mortimer (Cleef) has an old score to settle with El Indio and he too is hunting for him. Monco and Mortimer realise that both of them are behind the same target and also realise that if they want El Indio, they cant do it alone. They get into a partnership and Monco goes undercover and joins hands with El Indio in a bid to get inside information on what he is up to. El Indio is all set to rob the most secure bank in the territory and Monco and Mortimer realise they have a huge sum of money waiting for them. One inadvertently compares this movie to The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, considering it came from the same director, similar cast, same backdrop but just a few years earlier. The movie has the same classic charm of gun-wielding and the ultimate western attitude. The music plays a huge role in the movies appeal and a broad grin gets smacked on your face the moment you hear that western jingle. The movie, however, doesn't have the musical appeal that The Good, The Bad and The Ugly had which went on to become the classic sound clip for every western movie (remember the 'Aah-Aah-Aaaaaah?). If you love Mr. Eastwood then there is no denying this.

Thumbs up: The classic western attitude
Thumbs down: Plot could have been spruced up

Rating: 8.2/10

Unforgiven (1992)

Saturday, June 5, 2010


Genre: Western/Drama/Crime/Action

Starring: Clint Eastwood, Morgan Freeman, Gene Hackman, Anna Levine, Frances Fisher, Jaimz Woolvett

In the town of Big Whiskey, Wyoming, Delilah (Levine), a prostitute, is attacked and butchered by two men leaving deep scars on her face. The town sheriff, Little Bill (Hackman) does little to punish the men and orders them to give the brothel owner horses as compensation. This act infuriates the prostitutes who decide to pool in their money and offer a $1000 bounty to anyone who kills the two men. Bill Munny (Eastwood) was a notorious assassin who was known to kill ruthlessly. Marriage teaches him a lesson and he changes his bad ways. A young cowboy going by the name of Schofiel Kid (Woolvett) approaches Munny and tells him of the $1000 bounty. Although Bill has stopped killing, he needs the money and agrees to help him hunt down the two men. Bill never works without his partner, Ned Logan (Freeman) and gets him to come along on the trip. Little Bill does not like gunslingers coming into his town and has every intention of protecting the two men from cowboys. Clint Eastwood seems to have the fabled golden touch, where each and every movie turns out to be a box-office extravaganza. With a mighty impressive star line-up, the movie delivers exactly what you have in mind, which comes as a huge relief. Fabulous plot and an amazing show, can seem to get a bit slow at times, but the rest of the movie is too good to bother about such anomalies.

Thumbs up: Amazing performance and an amazing star cast
Thumbs down: Lacks the old-world charm of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Rating: 8.3/10

Last Man Standing (1996)

Saturday, January 2, 2010


Genre: Western/Action/Crime/Drama

Starring: Bruce Willis, William Sanderson, Cristopher Walken, David Patrick Kelly, Karina Lombard, Bruce Dern, Ned Eisenberg

John Smith (Willis) is a gunslinger who arrives at the town of Jericho, Texas. The town is torn apart my gang wars and all the decent folk have been pushed out, leaving gunslingers who are thirsty for their counterparts blood. One of the gangs are run by the Italians, headed by Strozzi (Eisenberg) and the other is Irish, headed by Doyle (Kelly). John is on his way to Mexico and senses a good opportunity to make some easy money. He plays politics on the entire war by crossing sides and makes himself good money. He passes information of one side to other, without either of them knowing what is happening. The movie has some very good twists in the story which keeps your attention alive. However, if your watching this movie to see some nice western action, then your in the wrong movie. Apart from the location and set, nothing else gives you the western movie feel. Some nice action and a good story.

Thumbs up: Story and the twists within it
Thumbs down: Doesn't give the western movie feel

Rating: 7.0/10
 

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