And now... after having completed my collection of Sergio Leone (or do you think I ought to get
The Last Days of Pompeii just for the sake of completism?
), I have now
every Clint Eastwood Western! As you can see, I just got the
The Man With No Name Trilogy on Blu-ray, as well as each individual Leone / Eastwood film on 4K from Kino Lorber. And I've had
Unforgiven on Blu-ray for quite some time now...
But now, I've just completed the collection with three films from what you might call a "transitional" period between the Eastwood / Leone trilogy (working with Ted Post, Don Siegel and John Sturges) and his later triumphs, and then the remaining three in which Eastwood's Western style is truly formed, as an actor / director within the genre:
Note that there are arguably at least
four other films within the Eastwood
oeuvre which might at a stretch qualify as Westerns. But
Coogan's Bluff (which I haven't seen) is a fish-out-of-water action thriller about an Arizona deputy sheriff attempting to extradite an escaped killer in New York City,
Paint Your Wagon is a musical about gold prospectors during the California Gold Rush,
The Beguiled (which I
do have and positively
love) is a Southern Gothic drama set during the American Civil War, and
Bronco Billy (which I haven't seen
yet but really look forward to) is a drama about a stuntman working as a cowboy in a modern-day Wild West Show. So that just leaves a nice round
ten, doesn't it? You've got Sergio Leone's
The Man With No Name Trilogy, Clint's own quartet of influential films which revitalized the genre for future generations... and then in between a trio of
slightly lesser works in which the Italian Spaghetti Western style and Eastwood's Man With No Name persona are fitfully assimilated into the American Hollywood style. (Interestingly enough,
Two Mules for Sister Sara is the only other Eastwood Western besides Leone's to feature a score by Ennio Morricone. And a really good one, too!)
I particularly love
High Plains Drifter, which I got in a beautiful 4K version from Kino Lorber. It's quite a dark and twisted tale, with a weirdly beautiful setting next to Mono Lake in California. I would venture to say that this film is probably the greatest
American Spaghetti Western of all time... if that makes any sort of sense!
Pale Rider is also kind of a throwback to the Leone style, but the film of Leone's which it bears the most resemblance to is not any of the "Dollars" films but
Once Upon a Time in the West, strangely enough. Richard Dysart's mining baron Coy LaHood is not dissimilar to Gabriele Ferzetti as the ailing railroad tycoon Morton (albeit more robust and healthier), and in the Henry Fonda role of attack dog and "obstacle-clearer" we have John Russell as Marshal Stockburn, the object of the Eastwood character's vendetta just as Fonda's Frank was the primary target of Charles Bronson's Harmonica. Add to that the fact Stockburn's men all wear those famous leather duster coats made famous in the Leone film!
I don't know what it is, but I've really started getting into Westerns lately. I never was a fan of the genre to any kind of
exceptional degree, although I've always had a soft spot for certain films such as
Unforgiven, Michael Cimino's (woefully underrated)
Heaven's Gate and Robert Altman's snowy
McCabe & Mrs. Miller. (Note that in the past I've had a slight bias toward the "New Hollywood" type of revisionist Western.) As a Quentin Tarantino fan, I have of course been a long-time fan of
Django Unchained and
The Hateful Eight, both of which incorporate elements of the Italian Spaghetti Western style. And of course, just before my getting into Leone, I had gotten heavily into the Sam Peckinpah filmography. I had gotten into
Straw Dogs mainly because of its controversial reputation and because I'm also into horror films and thrillers. (It is of course a contemporary of other such controversial '70s films such as
A Clockwork Orange,
Deliverance and
Last House on the Left.) Eventually I got into the rest of Peckinpah's work, starting with
The Wild Bunch and working from there. (His other Westerns of course include
Ride the High Country,
The Ballad of Cable Hogue and
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid, while elements of the genre also figure into
Straw Dogs,
Junior Bonner,
The Getaway,
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia.) Pretty soon, I think I'm going to explore other works in the Spaghetti Western sub-genre, starting with the work of Sergio Corbucci. I'm also curious about the comedic
Trinity films with Terence Hill and Bud Spencer, already having seen the Leone-produced
My Name is Nobody, which pairs Hill with Henry Fonda. I'm also really interested in seeing Lucio Fulci's
Four of the Apocalypse, having already seen and enjoyed a good chunk of his work in the horror genre. Would anyone like to make any further recommendations in the Western genre (American, Italian or otherwise)?
I think maybe it's just because I've recently turned fifty. I guess the Western is a genre that some people just have to sort of "age into" a love and appreciation for. The thing which strikes me about Westerns is that they seem to be suspended in a kind of burnished, mythical version of that period of historical transition when the Old World gradually and inevitably makes way for the New - and that's
not specifically an American thing, which is why the genre is so beloved and has such resonance to people all around the world. The old-fashioned honorable lawmen and the ruthless outlaws whom they do battle with inevitably get phased out by the coming of the railroad and modern civilization. The land becomes "tamed" and the old-school gunfighters gradually become superfluous. There is little for them to do aside from settle their old scores in duels within some threshing circle, or to go out in an honorable, quasi-suicidal blaze of glory in some massacre down in Mexico.
As a fifty-year-old fan of a certain kind of music and movies, that which I grew up with in the '70s and '80s and '90s, I'm starting to see time beginning to take its toll. We're losing more and more people from that generation all the time. I really started to feel it in 2016, when David Bowie and Prince and Lemmy Kilmister and Glenn Frey passed away. These people were unique, one of a kind, and there will be no one to replace them. The same applies to great actors and filmmakers. There will never be another like them. One thing's for sure, when Clint inevitably rides into that setting sun, it will be a truly sad day. America will mourn, and so will the world.
But I'm sure that people of
every generation feel that way about the artists and performers they grew up with. You know of the word
Götterdämmerung, right? In German it means "Twilight of the Gods." And you know that famous expression
"It's five o'clock somewhere"? Well, every day...
It's Götterdämmerung for somebody, somewhere! 
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