Been watching a lot of classic Westerns over the Christmas period. When I was a kid, sat with my pop and crisps in those Saturday matinees, Westerns were a simple and childlike moral universe. As I got older and the films became more complex and troubling, I realised that all human life was contained in the genre of the Western. All the great movie directors had learnt this long before I did.
So I sat down the other day to one of my absolute favourites, True Grit (1969) with the Duke, John Wayne. [Not the poor remake with Jeff Bridges]. While it doesn't have any great psychological depth or thematic complexity it's a hell of an entertainment. Two beautiful bookends with Glen Campbell's lonesome cowboy vocal over the soaring theme that opens the film; and the very moving final scene in the snow covered graveyard before the blurred image of Wayne riding away on his horse into the mythical west. I shed a tear at this point.
Glen is just along for the ride but the rest of the cast is superb: Robert Duvall; Strother Martin; Dennis Hopper; Jeff Corey; Kim Darby et al. The folksy dialogue is perhaps what really makes it, adapted from Charles Portis' wonderful novella, and very funny. Some beautiful big vistas too once the journey gets underway. I hope to watch it again before too long...