Friday, April 11, 2008

An Unlikely Scenario - Rio Bravo: My Rifle, My Pony, and Me

I was never a big fan of the singing cowboy. I've always liked my Westerns lean and relatively mean a la Clint Eastwood, Sergio Leone, or The Gunfighter. But when that singing cowboy is Dean Martin? In a Howard Hawks film? Well, that's downright sublime.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is it fair to say that the "soft" nature of the singing cowboy is offset by the machismo of John Wayne in this specific case? If we're looking at staples of Western film - isn't the first name John Wayne and then Clint Eastwood?

Don't get me wrong, I know there are others that predate both of them, but in today's world what other names dominate Westerns?

DP said...

I never liked John Wayne. He's not even on the same planet as Eastwood in my opinion.

I did hear that John Wayne died with 67 lbs. of impacted feces in his gut. So he's definitely the first name in that. Although Elvis or Marlon Brando might have given him a run for his money.

Jeffrey E. said...

Ahhh, I miss prison in the old days...That song was in prison, right? I don't have time to watch the movie on Netflix, so cuque me in. Got a real job, unfortunately. I'll take Val Kilmer in The Island of Dr. Moreau...I mean Tombstone. The fact is, if Westerns exists in modern era, many of our favorite stars could easily trump Wayne and Eastwood. I'd even take Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal over those two hacks in Butch Casidy and the Sundance Kid. Ouch.