<\/span><\/h2>\nI do like a good revenge movie and this is one of the best. Until the end, that is, but I\u2019ll get to that in a minute.<\/p>\n
Steve McQueen, in top-notch cowboy form, plays the title role. It\u2019s a prequel spin-off from an earlier movie, The Carpetbaggers, in which Nevada Smith was played by Alan Ladd, so consider this an early \u2018origins\u2019 film.<\/p>\n
McQueen\u2019s character is initially called Max Sand but I\u2019ll refer to him as Nevada Smith from hereon in.<\/p>\n
Smith\u2019s parents are murdered by three outlaws, played by Martin Landau, Arthur Kennedy and Karl Malden.<\/p>\n
Nevada vows to track them down and, after an interlude in which Brian Keith, playing a benign gunsmith, teaches him how to shoot, he tracks down his first victim, Landau.<\/p>\n
I remember the ensuing knife-fight between the two of them because McQueen finishes Landau off by stabbing him multiple times in the stomach, finishing the murdering swine off like the dog he is.<\/p>\n
Next up is Arthur Kennedy. Smith is so obsessed with revenge he goes to the inordinate lengths of getting himself banged up in the same prison as his quarry, before shooting him in the middle of a snake-filled swamp after they\u2019ve escaped from the prison.<\/p>\n
Now for Karl Malden or Mr. Potato Face as someone unkindly christened him.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s then another brief interlude, this time with Smith taken in by a priest who preaches against hate, revenge, death and all that other stuff that Jesus doesn\u2019t like. Smith totally ignores him, thankfully, and resumes his hunt for Malden.<\/p>\n
Karl Malden turns out not to be so easy to entrap, so Smith joins his gang, going undercover in order to catch him by stealth. This is the bit that slightly disappointed me when I saw it back in the 60s, because when McQueen finally gets the chance to kill Malden, he inexplicably lets him live, albeit after having pumped the murdering swine full of bullets.<\/p>\n
The priest, of course, had something to do with Smith not wanting to finish Malden off, but you\u2019re still left with the feeling that the audience has been short-changed in the revenge kill gratuitous violent manhunt stakes.<\/p>\n
Seeing as this is directed by Western veteran director Henry Hathaway, who also co-directed The Carpetbaggers, the film is beautifully shot in a number of locations including the Eastern Sierra mountains.<\/p>\n
The cinematography is courtesy of Lucien Ballard, a name associated with quite a few Westerns, who also worked frequently with Hathaway and Sam Peckinpah.<\/p>\n
Upon reflection it\u2019s also a bit of an ask to accept McQueen, who was in his mid-thirties at the time, playing someone nearly fifteen years younger than he was at the time.<\/p>\n
No amount of slack-jawed scratching of the head by McQueen was ever going to fool an audience into thinking he was a young kid. Not only that but he\u2019s also supposed to be of mixed parentage \u2013 I normally would have said \u2018half-breed\u2019 but apparently you\u2019re not allowed to call somebody that these days \u2013 but someone forgot to tell the makeup department because he looks whiter than white to me.<\/p>\n
I like Steve McQueen Westerns but there just aren\u2019t that many of them, mainly because he sadly died too soon at the age of 50.<\/p>\n
I recall I happened to be in Paris the day I heard he\u2019d passed away. Someone put a photograph inside a shop window of McQueen sitting in a horse trough smoking a cigar, which I think was taken on the set of the Sam Peckinpah film Junior Bonner. Underneath it, they\u2019d written \u2018Au revoir Steve\u2019. Au revoir indeed.<\/p>\n
<\/span>Hour of the Gun (1967)<\/span><\/h2>\nJohn Sturges directed this sequel to his earlier 1957 movie, Gunfight at the OK Corral, with James Garner and Jason Robards Jr. respectively taking on the roles of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.<\/p>\n
It follows the story in the aftermath of the showdown of the OK Corral, the film starting with the famous gunfight as a reminder of what happened. The earlier credits proclaim \u2018This picture is based on fact. This is the way it happened\u2019.<\/p>\n
Ten years on from the earlier film, Sturges now has the freedom to adopt a more open attitude towards the depiction of violence in the old West, Garner\u2019s interpretation of Earp rather more callous and menacing in tone than that of Burt Lancaster.<\/p>\n
At one point, as they pursue Ike Clanton, played by Robert Ryan, and his gang of killers, Earp declares to Doc that he \u201cdoesn\u2019t care about the rules anymore\u201d. The film in effect charts the previously morally upright Earp\u2019s descent into lawlessness, eventually disregarding due process of law. This is demonstrated when a ruthless Earp starts tricking his adversaries into shooting first, knowing he\u2019ll always beat them to the draw.<\/p>\n
The climax of the film is a tense showdown between Earp and Clanton. Earp takes off his badge, indicating he\u2019s not going to go for all that \u2018hands up and unbuckle your gun belt\u2019 stuff. Earp shoots Clanton dead \u2013 which is factually incorrect thus negating the claim at the beginning of the film \u2013 but it brings matters to a satisfactory conclusion as far as the audience is concerned.<\/p>\n
What I liked about this movie, watching it again over fifty years later, is that the story is not bogged down with all the troublesome female relationship stuff that made the overlong Kevin Costner \/ Lawrence Kasdan version of the same story so laborious to watch.<\/p>\n
Sturges concentrates on two things: the relationship between Earp and Holliday, with Robards giving a great portrayal of Doc, and the war between Wyatt and Ike. In that respect it comes joint first with the later Tombstone, starring Kurt Russell as Wyatt Earp, in the OK Corral movie contest.<\/p>\n
<\/span>The Scalphunters (1968)<\/span><\/h2>\nI guess you\u2019d categorise this movie as rollicking comedy-Western adventure, and as rollicking Westerns go this one\u2019s not too bad.<\/p>\n
What makes the film an interesting addition to the cowboy genre is the presence in the cast of African American actor Ossie Davis, as escaped slave Joseph Lee.<\/p>\n
With the civil rights movement in America running at full gallop in the mid-sixties, it was only going to be a matter of time before Hollywood saw the wisdom of addressing the question of slavery full-on, albeit wrapped inside a comedy film in order to avoid upsetting the white section of the audience.<\/p>\n
And Joseph Lee turns out to be more educated and refined than anyone else in the movie, so all the boxes are ticked from the first frame.<\/p>\n
Although the lead character, Joe Bass, a wild hell-raising fur trapper, is played by Burt Lancaster, it\u2019s a pre-Kojak Telly Savalas who nearly steals the film from both Lancaster and Shelly Winters, as scalphunter leader Jim Howie.<\/p>\n
I say nearly because the whole film is actually hi-jacked by a horse that skids to a halt whenever anyone emits a high-pierced whistle, throwing its rider into the dust at every opportunity. Yep, it\u2019s that kind of film.<\/p>\n
The story starts with a band of Kiowas forcing a reluctant Burt to swap the pile of furs he\u2019s spent all winter trapping in return for Ossie Davis.<\/p>\n
From that point on Burt spends the rest of the film trying to retrieve his goods whilst battling the Kiowas, attempting to thwart a deadly band of scalphunters who do their best to kill him, as well as matching wits with the slave Joseph Lee. Whilst all this is going on, Lee plays Burt and Telly off against each other in order to avoid being sold back into slavery.<\/p>\n
Burt\u2019s constant harassment of Savalas and his band of killers in attempting to retrieve his furs is highly reminiscent of his role as resistance leader Labiche in the war film The Train, released a few years before.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Shelley Winters and Savalas carry on like a married Jewish couple, which I guess is intentional seeing as Telly\u2019s monicker in the film is Howie.<\/p>\n
Just to complete the notion of married domesticity on the trail they travel in a bed on the back of a wagon. Upon Howie\u2019s unfortunate accidental demise at the hand of Joseph Lee,<\/p>\n
Shelley Winters nonchalantly throws her lot in with the chief of the Kiowa with the comment \u2018What the hell, they\u2019re still men\u2019, which gives you some idea of the tone of the film.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s the kind of movie that these days would get a trigger warning on TV about racist content, what with the Kiowas referred to as \u2018dirty redskins\u2019 and Burt calling our Chinese brethren by a name you shouldn\u2019t call them by anymore.<\/p>\n
The message at the end is a bit too obvious, both Lancaster and Davis covered in mud to the point where you can\u2019t tell them apart. Despite this, the worthiness factor stays mostly hidden beneath the boisterous veneer of the movie as a whole. A rousing score by Elmer Bernstein also helps to ensure the film is still an entertaining watch even after all these years.<\/p>\n
I could have done without being exposed to Lancaster\u2019s bare arse though.<\/p>\n