Dívida de Sangue

Quite a number of reviews of Cat Ballou seem centered on the theme "It didn't make me laugh" or "Lee Marvin didn't deserve Best Actor". Okay, deal with it. My dad took the whole family to the opening of Cat Ballou in a big midwestern town back in the day. We all thought it was funny, we knew it was a comedy, however the audience was not roaring with riotous laughter. That is sometimes a good sign that you are watching a satire. There was plenty of silliness and slapstick as well, and some real wild west weirdness (the sterling silver nose that Kid Strawn wears, etc.) Funny how the opening song stayed with me from 1965 on, although I don't believe I have ever seen the film from the beginning since that first time.

It's a hangin' day in Wolf City Wyomin' Wolf City Wyomin' She killed a man it's tru-ue, And that's a why their hangin' Hangin' Cat Ballou,

This oddball flick seemed to really say something about our view of the western film, and I think that is the one of the points that helped it win some awards.