swords
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The Wild Bunch: Set in 1913, on the eve of the first world war, an wild band of outlaws led by Pike Bishop(William Holden) are hanging their hats; and in the name of self interest they hit a bank dressed like soldiers. Pursued by their ex-patron, Tete Thorton, who has an score to settle and an contract to fullfill; he vows to capture them, be it dead or alive. Meanwhile, with their first robbery a failure of sorts, they decide to head south of the border where they encounter a revolution and a sadistic General.
Seeking modern weaponry, the General employs the bunch to raid a train, host to an spiffy array of weapons, and they pull it off with success. However, an disagreement occurs, and falling back on their principles, they start their own war on the General and his cohorts. A bloody war that spans close to seven minutes...
I mentioned already that this is my favorite western, and I think my reasoning for this is it's label: Its the nail in the coffin, or the most significantly self conscious western ever made. There is no more honor and chivalry left, only their honor towards each other, which is already eroding to begin with.
So its really transition; we view outlaws of the old west as something to romanticize, but here they're just a gang of hardened criminals. Normally you would object to everything they do, and you do; the treatment of women for instance is questionable. But we follow them, since they are the only thing that makes sense and anything that makes sense we cling on to. And that makes the ending even more bittersweet.
Feel free to critique any other "anti" western. It might be hard to define though. Im not even sure on Blazing Saddles. To begin with, it reads more like a parody than a traditional western. But whats a traditional western?
Whatever it may be, anything...
Seeking modern weaponry, the General employs the bunch to raid a train, host to an spiffy array of weapons, and they pull it off with success. However, an disagreement occurs, and falling back on their principles, they start their own war on the General and his cohorts. A bloody war that spans close to seven minutes...
I mentioned already that this is my favorite western, and I think my reasoning for this is it's label: Its the nail in the coffin, or the most significantly self conscious western ever made. There is no more honor and chivalry left, only their honor towards each other, which is already eroding to begin with.
So its really transition; we view outlaws of the old west as something to romanticize, but here they're just a gang of hardened criminals. Normally you would object to everything they do, and you do; the treatment of women for instance is questionable. But we follow them, since they are the only thing that makes sense and anything that makes sense we cling on to. And that makes the ending even more bittersweet.
Feel free to critique any other "anti" western. It might be hard to define though. Im not even sure on Blazing Saddles. To begin with, it reads more like a parody than a traditional western. But whats a traditional western?
Whatever it may be, anything...