Showing posts with label Richard Boone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Boone. Show all posts

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Only now does it occur to me... WINTER KILLS

Only now does it occur to me...  that Sterling Hayden's beard could conquer the world.



Hell, I didn't even know he ever had a beard.

WINTER KILLS is a kinda lukewarm conspiracy thriller/comedy from the 1970s that's peppered with insane old Hollywood and character actor cameos.  But even in a film that has Junta Juleil faves like Jeff Bridges, John Huston, Anthony Perkins, Ralph Meeker, Elizabeth Taylor, Eli Wallach, Toshiro Mifune, Richard Boone, Dorothy Malone, and Joe Spinell, Sterling Hayden and his beard reign supreme.  He shows up (riding around with a complement of tanks), chases Jeff Bridges (who's in a car), exchanges some harsh words with him, gives him a 10 second head start, and then commences to fire shells at him as he zooms away.  The scene lasts under five minutes and doesn't really advance the plot, but damn, I loved it.  I can't truly recommend the film; despite being filled with these kinds of interesting curios and diversions, the sum is decidedly less than the parts.  Plus, it feels a little long.  Not Hayden's beard, that is– the film.  Hayden's beard is "just right."  Here, I'll let you look at it again as you leave:



Friday, January 15, 2010

Film Review: THE TALL T (1957, Budd Boetticher)

Stars: 5 of 5. Running Time: 78 minutes. Notable Cast or Crew: Randolph Scott (RIDE THE HIGH COUNTRY, SEVEN MEN FROM NOW), Richard Boone (HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL; THE SHOOTIST), Maureen O' Sullivan (Jane in TARZAN AND HIS MATE), Henry Silva (THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE, BULLETPROOF, ALLIGATOR, ESCAPE FROM THE BRONX, GHOST DOG), Arthur Hunnicutt (THE BIG SKY, THE LUSTY MEN, HARRY AND TONTO). Story by Elmore Leonard (52 PICK-UP, LONESOME DOVE, CAT CHASER), screenplay by George Kennedy (SEVEN MEN FROM NOW). Tag-line: "Taut! Torrid! Tremendous! T Is for Terror!" Best one-liner: "Come on, it's going to be a nice day!"

To what does that title refer? "Taut! Torrid! Tremendous! T Is for Terror!," exclaims the tag-line. Well, let's not dwell on it- it was imposed by the studio, and no one involved knew what the hell it meant. But it doesn't matter, because THE TALL T is a masterpiece. Based on an Elmore Leonard story, it begins as a simple, languid tale of pastoral living, gentle slapstick, and formidable landscapes. But when it wants to be, it's lean and mean and absolutely brutal (the film will not hesitate to shoot someone in the face at point-blank range- and this is 1957!). Despite a set-up that involves gunslingers and hostages, the material is never sensationalized: a certain realism emerges, and it becomes something of a 'chamber-piece thriller.' As Pat Brennan, Randolph Scott is our perfect hero- at once weary, cheerful, and rugged, he's somehow the exact median between Jimmy Stewart and John Wayne.
He's a sweet old guy who'll buy a kid stick candy, but he'll put you in a headlock if he needs to, dammit. He's a man who'll admit when he's scared, but, by gum, he'll do something about it.
Randolph Scott helps Maureen O' Sullivan work out some self-esteem issues.


Brennan and some traveling companions (which include Maureen O' Sullivan as a wealthy, recently married, ex-old maid and John Hubbard as her gold-diggin' new husband) become the victims of a trio of brigands (who include a steely Richard Boone and a vicious Henry Silva). [I also have to point out that the gold-diggin' douche is one of the great unsung western stereotypes. You always hear about the "honest rancher," "the old maid," "the hooker with a heart of gold," and "the black hat-wearin' outlaw," but "the gold-diggin', douchey guy" rarely gets his due, despite appearing in more movies and TV episodes than you can shake a stick at.] Anyway, Richard Boone, as "Frank," is fuckin' fantastic. I always enjoyed him (and his high-brow antics) in HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL, but I didn't start thinking of him as one of the greats until I saw his performances in THE TALL T and THE SHOOTIST. Frank's actions are villainous, to be sure, but he's not some bloodthirsty, mad-dog killer.


He's rational, intellectual, and incredibly complex- a huge influence on Sergio Leone's antagonists from Lee van Cleef's "Angel Eyes" to Henry Fonda's "Frank" (and this film as a whole clearly inspired great swaths of ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST).
Frank is drawn to Brennan and yet repulsed by him- he's the sort of man he wishes he could be, which leads to an odd combination of self-loathing and hero worship, followed by general misanthropy. Silva's a deliciously vile punk ("I never shot me a woman before- have I, Frank?") who seems to be- unnervingly- borderline mentally disabled.


Silva. Here, he's kind of a blend of young, vigorous Marlon Brando and young, diabolical Clu Gulager.


Silva struggles to construct a coherent thought as Skip Homeier (as 'Billy Jack') looks on.


His semi-coherent, sluggardly ramblings about his background are juxtaposed with his single-minded, serpentine, six-shooter virtuousity, and the result is downright chilling. In all, THE TALL T is one of the great American Westerns, and Budd Boetticher stands tall alongside Ford, Ray, Hawks, and the like. And it's the kind of Western that clearly helped pave the way for subsequent masterpieces by Peckinpah and Leone. Five stars.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Film Review: THE SHOOTIST (1976, Don Siegel)

Stars: 5 of 5.
Running Time: 100 minutes.
Notable Cast or Crew: John Wayne, Ron Howard, Jimmy Stewart, Lauren Bacall, John Carradine, Scatman Crothers, Richard Boone (HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL).
Tag-lines: "He's got to face a gunfight once more to live up to his legend once more. To win just one more time.
Best one-liner: "Put it in a nutshell? You couldn't put it in a barrel without a bottom. You're the longest winded bastard I've ever known."

Art imitates death. Portrait of an aging gunfighter: J.B. Books. A shootist. A legend. Diagnosed with a cancer, eating him alive from within. The laundanum offers less and less respite each day. Yet, not content to let him die on his own terms, everyone wants to carve out one final piece before he's in the grave. And we're not simply talking about vengeful outlaws who want one last shot at his hide- we're talking an undertaker who wants to sell tickets to the funeral (with a cameo by John Carradine), an old flame who wants a book deal, a crooked newspaperman with an agenda, an endless parade of yahoos who want the last 'fill-in-the-blank' J.B. Books ever used/owned/had. It's the same pack of scavengers who one hundred years later operates tabloids, Lifetime movies, and the like. And, hell, John Waters has always said that the final indignity suffered by the famous is the mortician having sex with your corpse...

Well, regardless, Mr. Books is played by Marion Robert Morrison, better known to the public as one 'John Wayne.' A man similarly diagnosed with cancer, and undoubtedly no stranger to the hordes of ragpickers primed to take away one last piece of the legend for themselves. But it's not an entirely morbid universe that Don Siegel (DIRTY HARRY, THE BEGUILED, THE KILLERS) creates here.

As a kindly widow and her naive son (Lauren Bacall and Ron Howard) have excellent chemistry with Wayne and greatly aid the film in building a real emotional framework. Jimmy Stewart appears in a near-cameo role (which provides a great A MAN WHO SHOT LIBERTY VALANCE reference), and is, as always, sweetly captivating, but here he appears so feeble and hard-of-hearing that it's vaguely distressing to watch (which I suppose helps the film's aims).

Like so many Westerns, it all ends on a gunfight, but the stakes are so high and the reality so heightened, that the final scenes (and shots) truly resonate long after the film has ended.
A great last act and a fitting swansong for The Duke. Five stars.

-Sean Gill