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Wild Wild West

Day Five of the Two-Week Torturefest

As lame as that horse Mongo punched in the face in “Blazing Saddles”.

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Directed by: Barry Sonnenfeld
Written by: S.S. Wilson and Brent Maddock & Jeffrey Price and Peter S. Seaman
Based on: “The Wild Wild West” (1965-1969 TV series)
Captain James West: Will Smith
U.S. Marshal Artemus Gordon: Kevin Kline
Ulysses S. Grant: Kevin Kline
Dr. Arliss Loveless: Kenneth Branagh
Rita Escobar: Salma Hayek
Also Starring: Bai Ling, Frederique van der Wal, M. Emmet Walsh, Musetta Vander, Sofia Eng, Ted Levine

Distributed by Warner Bros. Pictures on June 30, 1999. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 107 minutes. Rated PG-13 by the MPAA–western violence, sexual situations, infrequent/brief nudity.

Wild Wild West was watched on Sunday, December 23, 2012.

“Too many people spend money they haven’t earned to buy things they don’t want to impress people they don’t like.” –Will Smith
THE IMPLICATION: “Wild Wild West cost a hundred seventy million to make. Director didn’t like it, so instead of revising it, he released it to theaters, tortured theatergoers that way, and earned a profit.”

Poor Will Smith! He’s an increasingly talented actor, regardless of what genre is at hand. I have yet to see him fail, but on several occasions, he has been sorely miscast.

Wild Wild West is not such a case. Yes, Smith is the standout in this otherwise un-watchable film, especially for a role he, himself, picked out. He was initially offered the role of Neo in The Matrix, but turned that film—now considered a modern classic—down for a rather insulting rendition of classic television. Considering that, I guess Wild Wild West does offer one mildly genuine surprise: it didn’t liquidate Smith’s career.

In most cases, it’s pretty bad when a movie wants to be completely serious and ends up failing miserably. There’s essentially only one worse concept: a film that masquerades as a “comedy,” yet the few gags that evoke the most nervous of laughter are thanks to pure luck.

All too many times, Wild Wild West has the strange, pretentious idea that it is playing out humorously. One-liners, double entendres, puns, and sight gags are shot left and right in this highly forgettable excuse for a “steampunk western.” But the film’s frame of mind is so self-confident, it’s a wonder none of the four writers ever came to realize their script was only firing blanks. Occasionally, there’s a goofy joke that manages to crack a smile. But halfway through, the film has worn itself so abusively thin, gunfire has been used more frequently as a wakeup call.

Wild Wild West bears not one kind regard to the art of subtlety. It’s an overly straightforward, loudly exaggerated, completely recycled landfill protruding with tiresome anachronisms. To call this Mission: Impossible meets Blazing Saddles would be one of the most unlawful offenses one could ever commit at the expense of either film. During the 19th century, two men are sent by President Grant to track down a criminal from New Orleans. Something—perhaps everything—about that premise reeks in a lack of originality. Director Barry Sonnenfeld has baked a turducken, but he has forgotten both the chicken and the duck. Wild Wild West is a turkey.

Footnote: With regard to the “Bottom-of-the-Barrel Line,” I’m not sure if the horse in Blazing Saddles was lame. On the other hand, my eleven-year-old sister LOVES horses to death, so I’ll make an effort to have her leave a comment either affirming or negating that speculation.

D

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Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

Review No. 421

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The Bottom Line: A landmark with “unforgettable” written all over it.

Directed by: George Roy Hill
Written by: William Goldman
Butch Cassidy: Paul Newman
The Sundance Kid: Robert Redford
Etta Place: Katharine Ross
Also Starring: Jeff Corey, Strother Martin, Ted Cassidy

Distributed by 20th Century Fox on October 24, 1969. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 112 mins. Rated PG by the MPAA (mature themes; profanity; Western violence).

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was watched on February 17, 2013.

“For a moment there I thought we were in trouble.” –Butch Cassidy (Paul Newman)

I could rattle off countless movies like this right off the top of my head. Die Hard 3. 21 Jump Street. Lethal Weapon. Thelma & Louise. The common bond is a hard focus on crime, with two leads and varying levels of comedy. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is essentially no different, and I’m sure there were “buddy flicks” before it for even further inspiration. But when the film’s venerability is taken into consideration, it’s still something we’d love to see more often.

Butch and Sundance are the archetype of the “buddy flick.” Bruce Willis and Samuel L. Jackson, Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill, Danny Glover and Mel Gibson, Susan Sarandon and Geena Davis–they all innovated from the iconic powerhouse starring Paul Newman and Robert Redford.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid blares 1969. The technical efforts aren’t so much as standard, with low-quality sound mixing, cinematography, and photo vignettes (save for the one powerfully used to make the ending unforgettable). On one hand, you could look at this as a trashy low-budget film with no sense of style.

On the other hand, it’s nice to venture back to crime films that entertained without being visceral or explosive. In fact, the film can be bittersweet at times. Just within the first half-hour, we hear B.J. Thomas’s “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head”. The scene is emotional like no other crime movie could ever dream to be.

The style is all dissolved as part of the storytelling regime. Butch Cassidy (Paul Newman) and a man known only as “the Sundance Kid” (Robert Redford) are outlaws. They pass time with secretive criminal affairs, specifically armed robberies. When they find “business” will be more successful for them in Bolivia, they find that a chance to flee from the authorities in the United States. But how long will it be before the Bolivian deputies discover these two are outlaws?

The tale is almost as simple as a knock-knock joke. We’ve heard it so many times before. This is compensated for, however, with characters we have absolutely no familiarity with; characters we enjoy. Butch is an arrogant fellow. He’s a belligerent, pugnacious guy who often times fails to tolerate “the Sundance Kid.” Sundance, on the other hand, is an inattentive, tall, broad fellow. Most of the film’s humor–not that it’s a full-fledged comedy–derives from Sundance’s inclination to stand as a nimrod.

And now, as I describe Butch and Sundance, I begin to wonder why the characters struck me as so likeable. In any other film, these characters would be detestable protagonists. But this isn’t any other film. This, if I may end on a corny note, is Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Postscript: I wasn’t sure where to mention it in my review, but this is a Western. It’s often difficult to tell, especially when it impressively departs from the clichés we know of the genre.

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The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

Review No. 394

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The Bottom Line: Like an endless “Pitt.”

Directed by: Andrew Dominik
Screenplay by: Andrew Dominik
Based on: “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” by Ron Hansen
Narrated by: Hugh Ross
Jesse James: Brad Pitt
Robert Ford: Casey Affleck
Also Starring: Jeremy Renner, Mary-Louise Parker, Sam Rockwell, Sam Shepard, Ted Levine, Zooey Deschanel

Distributed by Warner Bros. Pictures on September 21, 2007. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 160 mins. Rated R by the MPAA for some strong violence and brief sexual references.

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford was watched on January 19, 2013.

“I had hope, however; I had been wounded seven times during the war, and once before in this same lung; and I did not believe I was going to die.” –Jesse James

Crime has been famed all throughout history. Off the top of my head, Lizzy Borden, Ed Gein, Jeffery Dahmer, Charles Manson, Jack the Ripper, and the “Zodiac killer” have all undergone this strange transformation from criminals into something of macabre pop culture icons.

Jesse James is a name that hasn’t ceased to accumulate talk. In fact, I wouldn’t hesitate to say that far more people know of him than of any of the aforementioned. There is most likely a vastly lower number of individuals, however, who know about him behind the umpteen urban legends that have spawned.

If you watch The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford expecting a drama accounting the killing itself, you’ll be sorely disappointed. That isn’t to say the title is a misnomer. There’s a reason The Assassination of Jesse James clocks in at two hours, forty minutes.

Jesse James (Brad Pitt) is assassinated shortly after the two hour mark. What precedes this is two hours of character development. We are shown his savage lifestyle, in 1881 Missouri, and how despicable Robert Ford (Casey Affleck) sees him after joining the Missouri outlaw, despite idolizing him since childhood. The film sets up and, for two hours, tricks its audience into believing James is the hero of the story, or rather the anti hero. The development on Ford is so subtle, so carefully handled, the inevitable climax is almost a twist ending.

What follows this scene is over a half hour of easily expendable content. This is composed of what seems like epilogue after epilogue. The only necessary conclusion is a five-minute segment that appears directly before the credits begin rolling.

Most biopics enjoy a certain tradition during the closing credits, in which we see images and videos, depicting the likeness between the cast and those they portrayed. The Assassination of Jesse James does not reciprocate to history in this way, and the reason why is quite possibly because Brad Pitt does not visually disappear into James’s figure. In fact, he looks little more than Brad Pitt in 19th century costume.

This disservice is forgivable, though, simply because the historical figure is flawlessly pitched. Who knows if Jesse James was as carefree, relaxed, and calm as he was fittingly portrayed by Pitt. He was also a mysterious man, one whose family never knew how he brought home so much bacon–or even knew his first name. Surprisingly enough, Pitt nails this side of James, as well.

The Assassination of Jesse James is well written, well acted, well done. It often feels like something that would tell its tale much more elaborately as an HBO mini series. The film is phenomenally paced, but also very slowly paced. I respect that this is as much a Western as it is a biography; at that level, it can be too appreciative of dialogue.

Perhaps an intermission right before the assassination scene would bring more ultimate satisfaction.

B MINUS

Unforgiven

Review No. 393

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The Bottom Line: Unforgotten.

Directed by: Clint Eastwood
Written by: David Webb Peoples
Will Munny: Clint Eastwood
Little Bill Daggett: Gene Hackman
Ned Logan: Morgan Freeman
English Bob: Richard Harris
Also Starring: Anna Thomson, Anthony James, David Mucci, Frances Fisher, Jaimz Woolvett, Saul Rubinek

Distributed by Warner Bros. on August 7, 1992. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 131 minutes. Rated R by the MPAA for language, and violence, and for a scene of sexuality.

Unforgiven was watched on January 17, 2013.

“It’s a helluva thing, killin’ a man. Take away all he’s got, and all he’s ever gonna have.” –Will Munny (Clint Eastwood)

Once upon a time, I considered Clint Eastwood one of Hollywood’s most overrated icons. When we think of Eastwood’s early roles, the first to come to mind are most likely the titular character in Dirty Harry (1971) or Frank Morris in Escape from Alcatraz (1979). It’s grossly far from the truth.

Clint Eastwood began his acting career in 1955. For a few years, his résumé ran prolifically, despite the fact that he was struggling in obscurity: the very genesis of his career was conglomerated by very small roles—whether on film or television—or roles for which he wasn’t at all credited. His first look at so much as a supporting character was as Keith Williams in Ambush at Cimarron Pass (1958). The film was a Western.

Incidentally, it was not Hollywood, but low-budget Italian filmmaker Sergio Leone who gave Eastwood his first starring credit: A Fistful of Dollars (1964). Another Western. He reprised the character in the film’s two sequels. Western, Western. Then in 1968, Eastwood went Hollywood with his first American starring role: Marshal Jed Cooper in Hang ‘Em High. Western.

Unforgiven is a throwback to Eastwood’s roots. We know very well that he had a gunslinger side infused in his actor blood early on. It’s up in the air, however, as to whether or not Eastwood can tackle the genre behind the camera just as well.

We don’t recognize Eastwood as a “cowboy” mainly because as soon as he made his 1971 directorial debut, he abandoned the genre. This film is a brave attempt, not only because it was released over two decades later, but because the Western genre is so confined and territorial. You tell me you don’t like dramas, and you could be telling me any number of things. You tell me you don’t like Westerns, it’s easy to understand. All you can really find in a traditional Western is a 19th century, Western United States setting; and themes structurally limited to lyin’, cheatin’, stealin’, and certain permutations, such as gunslingin’, revenge, and retribution.

Unforgiven, therefore, can’t help its natural flaw of being slightly formulaic. To contradict it all, though, Clint Eastwood directs this into a surprising, unexpected, exciting, and often emotional revenge film.

Unforgiven isn’t an upbeat escapade for John Wayne aficionados. Had it been produced during his Golden Age, it may not have even made it to public theaters. This is a rather dark look at the Old West legends, set in 1881 Wyoming.

The scene that sets the film into action occurs almost immediately after the opening titles. We see a woman being cut repeatedly, gruesomely. Her name is Deborah Fitzgerald, we are told, and she is a member of an entire group of prostitutes. She survives the assault, but only in a disfigured state. Distraught, one of Deborah’s friends issues a thousand-dollar reward to anyone who can seek and kill the two men. Shortly after, a retired, out-of-town gunslinger by the name of Will Munny (Eastwood) is hired for the task. But when he comes to town, he discovers it’s not nearly as simple as taking a single shot.

Unforgiven is an impressive display of performances. I’ve been a fan of Morgan Freeman for as long as I can remember. The man has played numerous roles. Despite most of his roles being either supportive to the plot (Glory) or to other characters (Driving Miss Daisy), Freeman is usually the ultimate highlight of his films. Freeman’s chemistry as a supporter of Clint Eastwood’s in Unforgiven is absolutely impeccable. Alone, the two are acting powerhouses. Combined, they’re the apex of the film.

I mean not say that David Webb Peoples’ script was poorly written, but there were several cheesy lines it could have done without. I’ve heard, for instance, the lines “I’m dying” and “I’ll see you in hell” used as fillers in countless films, and it only sounds as if the screenwriter has been plagued by writer’s block mid-scene. It just doesn’t stand out as well when delivered through a believable medium like Eastwood and Freeman.

All right, you want jokes? Let’s discuss the Academy. The first Western to win the Academy Award for Best Picture was Cimarron in 1931. Strangely enough, the Western genre was at its greatest and, by the Academy, most virtually unappreciated for the near six decades that followed.

John Wayne, often considered the leading icon in the Western genre, starred in 185(!) films during this time. He died in 1979 with one Oscar statuette (for 1969’s True Grit) and one nomination for leading in a non-Western. Few of his films were so much as nominated for the Best Picture Oscar.

Italian innovator Sergio Leone directed seven Western classics between 1961 and 1984. When he died in 1989, his prestige had not once been honored by the Academy.

Fast-forward one year. All of a sudden, Dances with Wolves had been crowned Best Picture of 1990, becoming the second Western (and first in fifty-nine years) to win the high honor. The third to receive this honor was only two years later–Unforgiven. On one hand, it’s not exactly fair that the Academy kept the Western genre in its blind spot for so long. On the other hand, Unforgiven deserved almost every form of recognition it could possibly get.

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Per un pugno di dollari

Bottom Line: A heavily influential, landmark “spaghetti Western”.

Directed by: Sergio Leone
Starring: Antonio Prieto, Carol Brown, Clint Eastwood, Joe Edger, Johnny Wels, Jose Calvo, Marianne Koch, Richard Stuyvesant, S. Rupp, W. Lukschy

Despite having been long since established as its own, official genre, the Western genre always strikes me as something with more distinct, specific qualities than a drama or a thriller. Like superhero and spy films, the genre typically keeps itself within the same constraints, as far as themes, settings, and characters.  Per un pugno di dollari, known in the US as A Fistful of Dollars, is perhaps the very most important Italian film of the 1960s.  It’s difficult to compare it to any other similar film, but there are several non-Westerns that created a similar legacy.  Take America’s late-’70s horror film Halloween, for instance.  That film single-handledly invented the “slasher” genre, made a star out of actress Jamie Lee Curtis, and had filmmakers charging frenetically to clone it.  Similarly, Per un pugno di dolllari was the one film to devise the “spaghetti Western”, made Clint Eastwood a widely recognizable name, and had practically every filmmaker in Italy rushing to make a film just as laudable.

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Blazing Saddles

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Bottom Line: Not Brooks’s best, but definitely worth watching.

“‘Scuse me while I whip this out.” —Cleavon Little as Sheriff Bart

Directed by: Mel Brooks
Starring: Cleavon Little, Gene Wilder, Mel Brooks, Slim Pickens

Western satire and racial vulgarity are the crux of what makes Mel Brooks’s Western spoof funny. The story, set in 1874 (100 years prior to the film’s release), is of Bart (Broadway star Cleavon Little), an African-American slave in the Old West. After being appointed sheriff by political boss Hedley Lamarr (Harvey Korman), he strikes a friendship with fictional Western legend Jim the Waco Kid (Gene Wilder), and realizes immediately that Lamarr is completely overbearing and wants him out of the West.

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