My latest video purchases...
Navajo Joe (Sergio Corbucci / 1966)
The Mercenary (Sergio Corbucci / 1968)
The Hunting Party (Don Medford / 1971)
As you can see, I am delving ever further into the filmography of the great Sergio Corbucci, creator of the immortal
Django (1966) and the cult classic Western tragedy
The Great Silence (1968).
Navajo Joe, of course, stars the late Burt Reynolds in one of his first starring roles, and he truly delivers in the title role. Already, he is a truly worthy action hero, bringing a powerful athleticism and physical presence - as well as a healthy dose of surly, contemptuous attitude - to the character of Joe. (He is also a more than capable horseman.) The movie is perhaps not Corbucci's best, and Reynolds himself had a tendency to trash and make fun of the movie over the course of his career, but it's a primo example of the Italian Revenge Western, and if that's what you're after then it will
not disappoint!
The Mercenary is yet another offering from Corbucci, this of course being the first in a trio of Mexican Revolution-themed Italian Westerns he would direct. Franco Nero plays the greedy, cool and calculating title character Sergei "The Polack" Kowalski. a well-dressed man with a penchant for striking matches to light his cigar on nearly every available object in sight. And Tony Musante plays Paco Roman, a Mexican peasant working in a silver mine who rebels against his bosses and leads an insurrection, first taking over the mine and then leading a revolutionary campaign against the government itself. And when Paco and Sergei eventually join forces, well then...
Look out, Mexico! Of course, Sergei's greed and Paco's cluelessness ensure that there are a couple of snags along the way, but I would imagine no such alliance is without its share of problems. Also along for the ride is Giovanna Ralli as Paco's girlfriend and fellow revolutionary Columba, and the totally awesome Jack Palance as flamboyant villain Curly. There is also an epic score from the great Ennio Morricone, including a gorgeous cue by the name of
L'Arena which accompanies the climactic duel sequence between Paco and Curly set in a bullring (and which Quentin Tarantino re-purposed in
Kill Bill: Volume 2 to accompany the scene of Uma Thurman as the Bride busting out of her grave!).
The Hunting Party is one of a number of ultra-violent post-
Wild Bunch Western bloodbaths that came out in the early '70s. And I understand that this one has had a really rough ride with the critics over the years. Yeah, it's a rather brutal film, but it's also fiercely intelligent and quite well-directed by one Don Medford, a man whose résumé includes a lot of TV work, including the 1967 finale of
The Fugitive, as well as another 1971 theatrical feature
The Organization with Sidney Poitier, the second of two sequels to Norman Jewison's Oscar-winning
In the Heat of the Night from 1967 (the other being of course Gordon Douglas's
They Call Me Mister Tibbs! from 1970). Anyway... This one's got Oliver Reed as outlaw Frank Calder, who along with his gang kidnaps Candice Bergen as Melissa, the schoolteacher wife of cattle baron Brandt Ruger, played by the great Gene Hackman. (Those are totally
awesome names, aren't they?
Brandt Ruger!! Frank Calder!! You can practically feel the testosterone dripping off them!
) And although the rough Calder
does have his way with Melissa, his intention isn't primarily sexual. Rather, the illiterate desperado wants her to teach him how to read! Melissa eventually falls in love with Frank, finding him scarcely any worse than her brutal and sadistic husband Brandt. Certainly he proves to be a lot more emotionally sensitive. (I imagine these sexual politics would make this film no less problematic for viewers today than back in '71, if not
more so.) And once ol' Ruger gets the news of his wife's kidnapping while on a hunting trip with his rich buddies, there's gonna be Hell to pay! For on this trip Brandt has gifted himself and his friends with some (then) state-of-the-art high-powered telescopic rifles, and instead of hunting wild game, he decides he and his friends are gonna hunt down Frank Calder and his gang in cold blood - but in safety, from a
distance! (To some extent, like a few other Westerns from its era, the film is kind of a Vietnam War allegory, but it also kind of serves as an indictment of the asymmetrical nature of modern warfare in general, in particular what former Pink Floyd frontman Roger Waters would refer to on one of his solo albums as
The Bravery of Being Out of Range.) The very British Oliver Reed would seem to make a very unlikely Western gunslinger, and admittedly his American drawl
is a bit iffy in places. But he truly makes a meal of the role, and when he screams and bursts into tears during the mercy killing of injured friend and fellow gang member Doc (Mitchell Ryan), you just want to bow down and declare the man God! Candice Bergen also excels powerfully in the difficult role of Melissa, and Gene Hackman yet again shows his knack for portraying powerful, patriarchal scumbag villains. (Brandt Ruger is
definitely a precursor to Hackman's Sheriff "Little" Bill Daggett in Clint Eastwood's
Unforgiven from 1992).