Lucky Luke

Being of a french culture, I was a Lucky Luke fan since childhood (all boys of my age wanted to be 'cowboys'), and this 1971 effort is its best one.

It just feels so authentic, and is genuinely funny - something that just can't be done today, alas, as violence, smoking and national stereotypes, to name a few aspects, are banned from our more "educative" (and boring) contemporary productions. That, in return, insured that this movie is one that gets older along with its public.

And an epic movie it is. Even at 75 minutes and without the screen-filling lush of modern cartoons, this one carries an air of gigantic proportions with its shots, pacing and music,which also includes square dancing, honky tonk, one Ennio Morricone 'hommage' and of course, "Poor Lonesome Cowboy". French know-how at its best.

And yet the movie is filled with Americana. Morris, as a intense US traveller, just knew how to seize the spirit of that very particular era, and as such it assumes some nostalgy.