Starring Michael Fassbender, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Ben Mendelsohn, Caren Pistorius, Rory McCann
A Scottish boy, Jay Cavendish (Smit-McPhee) travels west to find the girl, Rose, he loves and plans to marry. Accompanying him is Silas (Fassbender), a jaded drifter who’s actually a bounty hunter using Jay to lead him straight to Rose, who has a $2,000 bounty on her head, with another $2,000 on her father’s head as well. Lean, fierce western, with an original visual approach to the genre, and some revisionist elements. With only a handful of characters and locations, Slow West delivers a compelling narrative that finishes poignantly and sadly. Distinctive. Melancholy. Spare.
Starring Adam Sandler, Terry Crews, Nick Nolte, Taylor Lautner, Rob Schneider, David Spade, Luke Wilson, Jorge Garcia, Will Forte, Steve Zahn, Vanilla Ice, Chris Parnell, Blake Shelton, John Turturro, Steve Buscemi, Harvey Keitel, Danny Trejo, Julia Jones
Western send-up starring Adam Sandler as Tommy Stockburn, a warrior separated from his parents and raised by a native american tribe. After meeting his father, Frank Stockburn (Nolte), for the first time, and seeing the old man being carried off by a gang of bandits demanding $50,000 or else, Tommy turns to a life of crime in order to gather the money. Along the way, he discovers five other brothers or half-brothers: Mexican Ramon (Schneider), doltish Lil’ Pete (Lautner), black Chico (Crews), guilt-stricken Danny (Wilson), and the mumbling Herm (Garcia). Critically panned, and juvenile enough to deserve it, The Ridiculous 6 is nonetheless a pretty creative film. Some of the gags are inspired, some are stupid, others don’t work, and the film is too long. There are dozens of cameos, some better than others. I happened to enjoy the random, completely unnecessary scene of Abner Doubleday (Turturro) inventing baseball.
Starring John Candy, Richard Lewis, John C. McGinley, Ellen Greene, Robert Picardo, Russell Means, Don Lake
Finding the old west to be not all as advertised, a group of 19th century settlers hire a drunken wagon master, James Harlow (Candy), to lead them back east. Perhaps unfairly derided as an epic travesty and Blazing Saddles wannabe, Wagons East is bad, but not as bad as its 0% on Rotten Tomatoes would suggest. This is a watchable film, with a solid, if undemanding performance from Candy in his last film. If you want to pretend that his last film was Cool Runnings instead, I understand. That being said, I did laugh one or two times, and the premise could have yielded better results with a better filmmaker. The main problem is too many lame, lazy jokes involving gay stereotypes and lowest common denominator humor.
Starring Samuel L. Jackson, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Kurt Russell, Walton Goggins, Bruce Dern, Michael Madsen, Tim Roth, Demian Bichir, Channing Tatum
Shacked up in a remote lodge, snowed in by the blistering Wyoming conditions, bounty hunter John “The Hangman” Ruth (Russell) reluctantly requests the help of a fellow bounty hunter, Major Marquis Warren (Jackson). Ruth is carrying precious cargo, Daisy Domergue (Leigh), with a massive bounty on her head, and while the reward states dead or alive, Ruth insists on seeing her hang (meaning taking her in alive). Ruth senses something’s afoot at the lodge as he looks at the fellow guests: there’s the weaselly Sheriff Mannix (Goggins), fork tongued Oswaldo Mobray (Roth), the quiet Joe Gage (Madsen), notorious Confederate General Smithers (Dern), and shifty Mexican Bob (Bichir). Ruth believes that one of them, maybe more than one, maybe all of them, is working to free Daisy, and so he recruits Warren, the only one he basically trusts. What follows is a trademark Tarantino extravaganza: killer dialogue, wild tonal shifts, extreme violence, and a gallery of unforgettable characters. Race is a major issue, and many critics complained how it is used in this film for provocation rather than enlightenment or insight. I see it as a continuation of Tarantino’s recent films that were grounded in wish fulfillment. Here, the black guy, Warren, is the smartest guy in the room. As the murder mystery unfolds, we watch him unravel the deception and conspiracy through intelligence and deception of his own. There’s a shocking (to some) scene in the middle of the picture exemplifying this where Warren uses a story I believe to be fictional simply to elicit a dumb response from an enemy so that he can dispose of him. Some characters work better than others. Mobray and Bob aren’t given much to do, and Gage, while being a textbook western character, seems boring next to the outlandish surrounding cast. There’s also an odd cameo that I’m unsure of. However, Jackson, Russell, Jason Leigh and Goggins are outstanding, and the setting, as filmed by Robert Richardson, is glorious.
Starring Christian Bale, Rosamund Pike, Wes Studi, Ben Foster, Jesse Plemons, Adam Beach
As tormented as he is revered, Army Captain Joseph Blocker (Bale) begrudgingly accepts his mission to deliver an aging Indian war chief (Studi) and the man’s family to their native home. Along the way, Blocker and his men are confronted with Comanche war groups, past demons, and a grieving widow played by Rosamund Pike. Some may find the film too derivative. The influence of John Ford’s The Searchers goes beyond homage at times. I’ve read others questioning its pace, or bemoaning the violent bigotry of Bale’s character. I found it to be an exceptionally made, expertly performed western. Bale, in particular, does a delicate job of not hiding his character’s racism and notorious past, and not overplaying the character’s kinder, more redemptive moments. His deft handling of the material is the key to its success, but director, Scott Cooper, gives all of his actors their moments, and the result is a quietly romantic, intimate, superior western.
Starring Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, Agnes Moorehead
In order to save their ranch, Slim and Wade Jr. (Martin and Lewis) take on a violent gang known as the masked raiders, over twenty years after their fathers were murdered by that same gang. A lesser Martin and Lewis pairing, while still showcasing an abundance of style, that lacks wit and any memorable musical numbers. Lewis’ screen time dwarfs Martin’s, and I don’t consider that a positive. There’s also no romance to speak of, despite there being two romantic interests. Too much Lewis, not enough Martin.
Voices of Dom Deluise, Amy Irving, John Cleese, James Stewart
Fievel and his family return, this time moving west thanks to a scheming gang of cats. Fievel, overhearing their plot, attempts to find help and thwart the evil cats. Don Bluth’s productions have always suffered from uneven storytelling. His animation and artistry, however, are incredible. The story is just engaging enough, and the voice work is top notch. This was James Stewart’s last role.