Showing posts with label Joan Crawford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joan Crawford. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Battle Royale #3: Battle of the Tinsel Town Bitches (The Results)

Well it looks like we are the conclusion of yet another tightly contested Battle Royale here at The Most Beautiful Fraud in the World.  Dubbed the Battle of the Tinsel Town Bitches (all you feminists just calm down now), is our third edition of Battle Royale.  This time around, in our series pitting two Hollywood heavyweights against each other, you were asked to choose between lifelong archrivals Bette Davis and Joan Crawford.  And once again, just like in our first two editions, it was a veritable photo finish.  In our first edition, Battle of the Beautiful Swedes, Ingrid Bergman bested Great Garbo by just two votes.  In round two, Battle of the Hollywood Hoofers, Fred Astaire took down Gene Kelly by, you guessed it, two votes.  Well now we come to our third round, and guess what?  Well, if you guessed one beat the other by just two votes, you would be wrong.  No, this one was so photo finish that no winner could be determined.  With both Davis and Crawford receiving 20 votes apiece, we have logged in our very first tie game in Battle Royale history.

Personally my vote went to Miss Crawford, which means this is the closest my choice has come to winning yet.  Sorry Gene and Greta.  But alas, no one victor could be determined this time around, so we will have to call Bette and Joan equal Tinsel Town Bitches.  Neither one would be very happy at that outcome I am sure.  What I am not happy with was the low turnout at the so-called polls.  After 50 votes were cast in the Garbo/Bergman battle, and 66 in the Astaire/Kelly bout, just a mere 40 were cast this time around.  What's wrong, you don't want to be in on all the fun of pitting classic stars and directors against each other in bloodless combat?  Of course you do!  Which is why I just know we can get the voting numbers into the triple digits with round four.  And speaking of round four, the classic Hollywood participants of that round will be announced in just a few days.  I am sure this round will be both classic and scary indeed.


Monday, July 16, 2012

Battle Royale #3: Battle of the Tinsel Town Bitches

Welcome to the third Battle Royale here at The Most Beautiful Fraud in the World.   It is an ongoing series that will pit two cinematic greats against each other - and you can vote for who is the greater by clicking your choice over in the poll at the top of the sidebar.

For our third edition, we are going the bitchy route.  Pitting perennial arch-rivals against each other in what is sure to be the doggiest of dogfights - and these ladies are pit bulls indeed.  In the first corner is Ruth Elizabeth Davis, better known as Bette.  Hailing from Lowell Mass., Bette was a headstrong woman in a male dominated world.  A tireless campaigner of equality for women in Hollywood, co-founder of the Hollywood Canteen and a crusader for the war effort - not to mention, one hell of an actor - Bette was the first female president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.  She was winner of two Academy Awards and the first person to receive double digits in nominations.  Of course she was also what one might call a thorn in the proverbial sides of the old studio system, but the thing she hated more than anything else (one presumes here) was the lady standing on the opposite side of our Battle Royale ring.

Born Lucille Fay LeSueur in San Antonio, Texas, the woman better known by her stage name of Joan Crawford, was one of the few women in Hollywood that could match Davis blow for blow in demanding equality for women in the business.  Starting out in flapper roles in the precode days before "graduating" to more prestigious roles - one of which, Mildred Pierce, would win her an Oscar - Joan, like Bette, was also a crusader for the war effort, and she too was a thorn in the sides of the studios.  She was so much a thorn that it pretty much destroyed her career before she pulled herself back up to the top, only to see it collapse once again.  Joan, it would come out much later, was also a thorn in private life.  Not one to win any mother of the year awards (though the stories may be exaggerated for dramatic flair) Joan is now looked upon just as much for her homelife antics (watch out for those wire hangers) as she was for her stellar acting - perhaps, sadly enough, even more so.

Now while Davis' career would slow down in her old age, Crawford's would train wreck by the sad end.  Her final film was the b-horror thing known as Trog.  But it is not necessarily the careers of these two powerful actresses that we are here to discuss today.  It is the tabloid-esque duel in the sun that these two powerful women had going for years.  This historic rivalry would come to a head in the one and only film these two women did together - Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?.   The in-fighting on this production was quite legendary.  From Davis kicking Crawford so hard she needed stitches to Crawford putting weights in her clothes for a scene where Davis had to drag her body around, resulting in Davis having back spasms, these two simply hated each other.   Davis even said of her costar, "The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?"  Davis also said of Crawford "I wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire." Obviously theirs was not a friendly relationship.  Rivals from early on, these actresses competed for many of the same roles, though Davis always considered herself above Joan, calling Crawford a movie star while she herself was the true actor.  Crawford went so far as to attempt a sabotage of the Academy Awards.  When Davis was nominated for Baby Jane and Crawford was not, Joan was furious.  She actually persuaded the other nominated actresses to allow her to accept their Oscar if they could not be there.  When Anne Bancroft was declared the winner for her work in The Miracle Worker, Joan triumphantly pushed her way past Davis saying "Step aside!", and swept onstage to pick up the trophy.  The two rivals were meant to do a follow-up to Baby Jane, called Hush... Hush, Sweet Charlotte, but after a few days, Crawford backed out due to illness.  It is probably a good thing though because one of them may have ended up dead by the end of production.

So whether your choice is Bette Davis, of whom Crawford said, "Bette and I work differently. Bette screams and I knit. While she screamed, I knitted a scarf that stretched clear to Malibu.", or Joan Crawford, of whom Bette quipped, "She has slept with every male star at MGM except Lassie." - it is time to vote for your favourite Tinsel Town Bitch.  You can vote for whom you believe to be the better actor or you can vote for the one you think would win in a fight.  The point is to vote vote vote.  You will have three weeks to get your vote in before we announce the bruised and bloody victor.  And please remember that you can make as many comments below as you wish (and please feel free to do so) but in order for your vote to be counted, you must go and click on your choice in the poll at the top of the sidebar. Allow me to close with yet another Davis quip about Crawford.  This one came shorty after Crawford's death.  "You should never say bad things about the dead, you should only say good . . . Joan Crawford is dead. Good."  Now get over there and vote.

Friday, June 22, 2012

The Ten: Best Actresses of All Time Relay Race


The following is my contribution to The Ten: Best Actresses of All Time Relay Race Blogathon.  Originally conceived by Nostra of My Filmviews, and passed on to yours truly by Michaël Parent over at Le Mot du Cinephiliaque, the concept of this blogathon is as follows:

"I've cretaed a list of what I think are the best actresses of all time.  At the end of the post I, just like in a real relay race, hand over the baton to another blogger who will write his own post.  This blogger will have to remove one actress (that is an obligation) and his his/her own choice and describe why he/she did this.  At the end, the blogger chooses another blogger to do the same.  The idea is to make this a long race, so that enough bloggers get a chance to remove and add an actress.  We will end up with a list (not ranked in order) which represents a common agreement of the best actresses.  It will also mean that those who follow this relay race will get to know new blogs as well!"

Here is a list of the blogs that have participated thus far:


The ten best actresses as given to me:

First off there is the beautiful angel of mod cinema, Audrey Hepburn.  Some may have a problem with her being here as she has a reputation for being a bit on the fluffy side, and yes, perhaps she doesn't get as hard hitting as most of the talented ladies on this list, but hey, her ability to play the essence of cool while in the midst of some sort of emotional or social fiasco (Roman Holiday, Sabrina) or her acerbic take on love and marriage (Two for the Road, Breakfast at Tiffany's) or her way of decidedly yet unpretentiously showing up her leading men (Charade,  Funny Face) or simply genuine, flat-out acting (Wait Until Dark, The Nun's Story) made her a star and they keep her an icon of cinema to this day.  Always modest as to her talents ("I was asked to act when I couldn't act. I was asked to sing "Funny Face" when I couldn't sing and dance with Fred Astaire when I couldn't dance - and do all kinds of things I wasn't prepared for. Then I tried like mad to cope with it.") Hepburn was of course a force of nature when it came to her many many humanitarian efforts.  Perhaps being the winner of the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her tireless work with UNICEF or having a breed of tulip named after her (how many can claim such a thing?) doesn't necessarily qualify the Belgian-born daughter of an English banker and a Dutch baroness for inclusion in a list of the greatest actresses, but damn sure her talent, overlooked as it may be in certain circles, most certainly does.

Next up we have my personal favourite of all time, the always wonderful and eternally pretty damn spectacular Miss Barbara Stanwyck.   From her early days in pre-code Hollywood to her tougher than nails persona of the forties and fifties to her latterday TV days, Missy Stanwyck is easily one of the most alluring and most dangerous actresses out there.  With great performances in films as varied as Mexicali Rose, Miracle Woman, The Purchase Price, Baby Face, Annie Oakley, Stella Dallas, The Lady Eve, Meet John Doe, Ball of Fire, The Lady of Burlesque, Double Indemnity, Sorry Wrong Number, The Furies, Clash by Night, Titanic, Executive Suite and Forty Guns, she has proven again and again and again that she is simply the greatest.  And it was not just talent, but also a professional attitude that made Missy so popular to work with.  Directors would come back multiple times to put her in front of their cameras.  Both Wellman and Capra would come back five times each to do such a thing.  The great lady was nominated for the Oscar four times but would never win it (she was awarded an honourary statuette in 1981) and this is a shame indeed.  My favourite anecdote about Babs is this:  When she was filming the western Forty Guns, one of the stuntmen refused to do a stunt, saying it was too dangerous.  Missy, being Missy, told the stuntman to step aside and the then fifty year old actress got on the horse and did the stunt herself.  My guess is that the stuntman was pretty much laughed out of Dodge so to speak.  It is this kind of attitude that made Stanwyck so powerful as both an actress and as a woman.

Our third great actress is that beautiful and hauntingly talented Swedish-born movie star icon Ingrid Bergman.   With her breakthrough Hollywood performance in 1939's Intermezzo: A Love Story, a David Selznick-produced remake of the actress's 1936 Swedish success, and her iconic performance as Ilsa Lund in the über-classic Casablanca, Bergman became one of the most sought after actress's in 1940's Hollywood.   With stellar, award-winning performances in For Whom the Bell Tolls, Gaslight, The Bells of St. Mary's, Joan of Arc and three Hitchcock films in Spellbound, Notorious and Under Capricorn, Bergman was at the top of her game by 1950.  It was then that Bergman met and fell in love with Italian director Roberto Rossellini.  This affair and eventual pregnancy (which in turn would lead to their child Isabella Rossellini becoming a great actress in her own right) caused a scandal in the rather Puritanical US at the time.  Bergman was decried on the floor of the US Senate and Ed Sullivan even refused to have her on his show (a thing that Steve Allen remedied by boldly bringing her on his show).  This also led to possibly the richest performances of the actress's career in the Rossellini-directed Stromboli, Europa '51 and one of the greatest films of all time, Viaggio in Italia.  Bergman would make her triumphant return to Hollywood in 1956 with her Oscar winning performance in Anastasia.  With later performances in Murder on the Orient Express, for which she won her third Academy Award (only Katherine Hepburn has more with four) and Autumn Sonata, her final big screen appearance directed by her unrelated Swedish compatriot Ingmar Bergman, the great actress more than cemented her cinematic immortality.  

Number four on our list is the first of two French actresses on the the list.  It is the sensual and sexy and brilliantly talented Isabelle Huppert.   I remember the first time I saw the actress was in the 1983 French drama Entre Nous.  This Holocaust-era film, with its undertones of a lesbian love story was enough to get this then sixteen year old smart-aleck kid to fall in love with the freckled face beauty that is Isabelle Huppert.  Not a typical beauty queen, Huppert to this day, even nearing sixty, is one of the most beautiful and most sensual actresses to ever take the screen.  Granted, in films such as The Piano Teacher, School of Flesh, Ma Mère, Heaven's Gate, Madame Bovary, Amateur and Gabrielle, it is a rather dark and oft-times quite sinister kind of sensuality, but a sensuality nonetheless.   A thirteen time César Award nominee (she won the award in 1996 for her performance in the Claude Cabrol film La Cérémonie), Huppert has appeared in nearly 100 films, and the majority of them, from her breakout role in 1974's Going Places with Gerard Depardieu to her her old west madame, a la Belle Starr, in Michael Cimino's oft-maligned but quite brilliant fiasco Heaven's Gate to playing muse for every director from Godard to Jacquot to Haneke to Chabrol to her more recent performances in several American films such as the Wes Anderson-directed Fantastic Mr. Fox and the Wes Anderson-esque I Heart Huckabees to her singing and dancing performance in the adorable 8 Women to her brilliant recent performances in Gabrielle, Private Property and White Material (she should have gotten an Oscar nod for that last one) are ones that will live for the ages.  This beautiful and powerful red head will always have a place in my heart.

The next great actress up is another redhead - one of three on our list.  It is the wonderful Julianne Moore.  Getting her start in the late 1980's on the soap opera As the World Turns, for which she won a Daytime Emmy Award, the 1990's would bring Moore both critical acclaim (Short Cuts, Safe) and box office success (Nine Months, The Lost World: Jurassic Park).  Her performance in Safe, easily one of the finest of the decade, would prove to everyone out there that the actress was more (or Moore) than just a pretty face and a quirky character actor.  And if this wasn't enough to cement such an opinion in everyone's critical minds, then her performances in Paul Thomas Anderson's Boogie Nights and Magnolia and the Coen Brothers' cult favourite The Big Lebowski, damn well did.  After this, Moore would give what is so far her finest performance in Todd Haynes' brilliantly subversive Sirkian melodrama Far From Heaven, and follow that up with powerful roles in Children of Men, Chlöe, The Hours, Savage Grace, Blindness, A Single Man and The Kids Are All Right.  She has also been a hit on the small screen with a guest star spot on 30 Rock and her portrayal of idiot former Alaskan governor Sarah Palin on HBO's Game Change.   A very active political activist, supporting same-sex marriage and taking a pro-choice stance, Moore is as free-thinking of a human being as she is a bravura thespian.  Her next role will be taking Piper Laurie's place as the evil Margaret White in the Carrie remake, due out next year.

Number six in our list of great actresses is our second French talent, and one of my favourite actresses working today, Miss Juliette Binoche.   The ironic part of my love for La Binoche (and yes, that is her nickname in certain French cinema circles) is that the two roles for which she is best known here in the USofA are two films that I actively dislike - Chocolat and The English Patient, the latter of which she was awarded the Best Supporting Actress Oscar.  But hey, I am not going to hold these two roles against the woman.  Especially when she has more than made up for these two filmic errors (she does give good performances in these two poorly written characters) with a slew of performances that showcase the actress's powerful cinematic chutzpah.   The first time I remember seeing La Binoche, was waaay back in 1988 when I first saw Philip Kaufman's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, where she played opposite the best damn actor working today, Daniel Day-Lewis.   Binoche would go on to star in films by some of the best auteurs of the day.  Michael Haneke (Caché, Code Unknown), Olivier Assayas (Summer Hours), Patrice LeConte (The Widow of St. Pierre), Hou Hsiao-hsien (Flight of the Red Balloon), Krzsztof Kieslowski (the Three Colours Trilogy) and Abbas Kiarostami (Certified Copy).   The great actress will continue this by starring in David Cronenberg's upcoming Cosmopolis.

Next up is our lone entrant from what many call the far east.  Hong Kong actress, and former Miss World semi-finalist, Maggie Cheung.  Perhaps for her performance in Wong Kar-wai's In the Mood For Love alone should qualify her for this list, but she does actually have some other pretty stellar performances as well.  I remember the first I saw her on film.  It was Irma Vep, directed by her then husband, french auteurist Olivier Assayas.  Maggie was in skin tight leather running along rooftops as a modern day incarnation of the silent star of Les Vampires.  How could I not fall for her?  But still it was not just her sex appeal that made her so good in the role.  Her acting prowess was just as fierce as her sexuality.  She is probably best known upon these shores for her role in Zhang Yimou's brightly coloured wire-fu epic Hero, but still that is not even the half of it.  I am actually very excited, and a bit surprised to find Ms. Cheung on the list.  Thanks to Bonjour Tristesse for that addition.  I am not saying the actress does not belong on such a list, but that she is not that well known.  Hopefully such an addition will get her the recognition she so deserves.  If you have seen her in the aforementioned In the Mood For Love, or other works such as Irma Vep or Ashes of Time or Clean, you would surely agree with me.  Her performance in Clean made her the first Asian actress to win at Cannes.  As an actress she has not done much screen work since Clean back in 2004, which is a shame.  As with several others on this list, she has done a lot of charity work and is currently the UNICEF chairperson for China.  Hopefully she will get back to the whole acting thing though, as her presence in world cinema is surely missed lo these past eight years.

Number eight on our list is almost always listed among the greatest actresses of all time.   It is four time Oscar winner, and our third redhead (at least sometimes) Katharine Hepburn.  One can hardly speak of the history of American acting, and the history of Hollywood, even though she shunned much of the latter, without mentioning the Connecticut-born actress.  With great performances in such films as Morning Glory, Little Women, Alice Adams, Bringing Up Baby, Holiday, The Philadelphia Story, Woman of the Year, Adam's Rib, The African Queen, Pat and Mike, Summertime, Desk Set and Long Day's Journey into Night, she is an icon of acting and of cinema.  Even in lesser films like Guess Who's Coming to Dinner and On Golden Pond, one can see how great a lady she really is.  Be it on stage or on screen, Katharine Hepburn is one of the finest thespians the world has ever seen.  Sure, notorious wit Dorothy Parker may have said she runs the acting gamut from A to B, but she was a bitter woman after all.  Film Historian Jeanine Basinger said of the brash, trend-setting actress, "What she brought us was a new kind of heroine—modern and independent. She was beautiful, but she did not rely on that."  Basically what I am trying to say here is that no list such as this would be complete without Katharine Hepburn on it.  Hell, the woman has had streets named after her.

Our ninth great lady is the only person who has ever surpassed Katharine Hepburn in garnering Oscar nominations.  With seventeen of them to her name (and with three victories) as well as twenty-six Golden Globe nominations (winning eight of those babies) and a record fourteen BAFTA nods (and two wins) it is that queen of dialects, the always great Meryl Streep.  Born Mary Louise Streep in New Jersey (but don't hold that against her), not only is the actress the most awarded star in the Hollywood realms, she is probably the most well respected thespian working today.  Sure, the great lady has been in her share of what we would call utter crapola (Mamma Mia! anyone?  She-Devil?), but who hasn't.  Just take a look at her quite stellar performances in both good and not so good films like The Deer Hunter, Kramer vs. Kramer, Manhattan, The French Lieutenant's Woman, Sophie's Choice, Silkwood, Plenty, Out of Africa, Heartburn, Ironweed, A Cry in the Dark, Postcards From the Edge, Defending Your Life, The River Wild, Adaptation., The Hours, Prairie Home Companion, The Devil Wears Prada, Doubt and Julie & Julia, and you will see why La Streep belongs on this list.  What would it be without her?  A role model to so many younger actresses (so many count her among their idols) Streep, a star of both stage and screen, is probably not only the most well respected actress around today, but also very possibly the most important actress working in Hollywood today. 

And last but certainly not least is the newest member of our list (added by M. Parent at Le Mot du Cinephiliaque on baton toss prior) and ironically the eldest.   It is legendary silent film star Lillian Gish.  The first actress to earn a million dollars in one year, Gish was one of the very first celebrities in Hollywood.  Known for a slew of moppets with moxie roles, where the psychically diminutive Gish had to persevere through unfathomable perils and heartaches, Gish was the epitome of the tough-as-nails waif during the silent era.  The legend made many of her films with that stalwart Victorian director David Wark Griffith - a man who changed the way movies were made.  Much of this change came not only through the filmmaker's prowess as a forward thinking storyteller and game-changing techniques, but also through acting of his muse.  Miss Gish, in a day and age of oft-times ridiculous looking theatrical over-acting, had an almost unheard of realism to her ability that she probably did as much for acting as Griffith had done for directing.  But it was not just her silent era films that give Miss Gish the right to be on this list.   Her performances in the masterpiece The Night of the Hunter and her final film role, at age 93, in The Whales of August, will not soon be forgotten.  Her final acting performance was in a studio version of Show Boat, where the actress had a cameo to close the show out.  Lillian Gish's final words in her long long career were "Good night, dear."

My subtraction:

Here is where it gets kind of difficult.  As I am sure you have ascertained from what I wrote above, I like all ten of these actresses.  Perhaps only three would make my personal top ten, but still, there is not a bad egg in the bunch.  If only there were a Gwyneth Paltrow or a Sandra Bullock in here, things would be a lot easier, but alas, there is not.  Which means, according to the rules, I must kick someone I like and respect to the proverbial curb.  Well, before I do it, let me tell you I am doing this quite begrudgingly.  I suppose, much like a band-aid, I should just do it quick.  So here goes.  If for no other reason than there are too many potentially crazy redheads in the pot (and anyone who has ever dated a redhead, knows of whence I speak), I am going to have to send Julianne Moore packing.  Sorry Julianne, but they forced me to do it.  Don't cry, I am sure someone will put you back in sometime soon.  Whew, glad that is over.

My Addition:

Now this one is pretty difficult as well.  There are so many great actresses one could easily include on this list.  I am sure you can figure out who I am adding by looking at the picture right beside these words, but please allow me to ramble on just a bit longer.  First off, I am rather upset that two of my all-time favourites, Judy Garland and Marilyn Monroe have been kicked off the list.  Sure, they never get the respect they deserve, but still.  Yes, Judy was a drunk and a pill popper, but where would you be if these things were forced on you by the studio at age fourteen or so?  And as for Ms. Monroe, she gets a bum rap because of her dumb blonde schtick, but she was far from dumb.  She learned acting at the smae place that James Dean, Rod Steiger and Marlon Brando learned their craft, and she could hold her own against the lot of 'em.  But I will resist re-adding either of them, instead going forward with someone fresh and new.  Now, I am also rather flabbergasted that Bette Davis has not even been mentioned as of yet.  Really, no Bette Davis!?  But her too I will resist adding, in lieu of her worst enemy (again, see pic to the right).  I too will resist adding such obvious names as Deborah Kerr, Mary Pickford, Marion Davies, Greta Garbo, Olivia De Havilland, Joan Fontaine, Susan Hayward, Elizabeth Taylor, Natalie Wood, Gena Rowlands, Jessica Lange, Glenn Close, Emma Thompson, Kim Basinger, Annette Bening, Natalie Portman and Michelle Williams.  There are a whole bunch more that I have left out for not wishing to ramble on any longer.  So, in ending this, I add Joan Crawford onto the list.  From her early precode days to the heights of Mildred Pierce to my personal favourite, Johnny Guitar, Crawford may not have a reputation as mother of the year, but damn could that lady act.

Well that's it folks.  I am sure there are some who are already typing out some nasty comments about my choices, but too bad.  I now will hand the baton over to Natalie at In the Mood.  Here ya go kid.  Do what you must.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

366 Weird Movies Guest Review: Johnny Guitar (Nicholas Ray, 54)

Well, it would seem that I am branching out.  I have begun what hopefully will be a long and fruitful guest reviewing gig over at 366 Weird Movies.  It is a site dedicated to (obviously) weird movies.  From the slightly odd to the downright freakish - and everything in between.  My first piece for the site is on Nicholas Ray's Johnny Guitar.  Perhaps not the strangest film around, but its verging on camp ideals make it at least in the honourable mention category.


Friday, October 16, 2009

Johnny Guitar (Nicholas Ray, 1954)

"There was theatre (Griffith), poetry (Murnau), painting (Rossellini), dance (Eisenstein), music (Renoir). Henceforward there is cinema. And the cinema is Nicholas Ray." - Jean-Luc Godard

I watched Johnny Guitar last night and all I have to say is - let the gushing begin.  Seriously, Johnny Guitar is what cinema was and still should be.  Combining Ray's unique talent for visually luscious filmmaking with a genre redefining of the western - Ray's film can be quite ambiguous when it comes to who is wearing the white hat and who the black - dialogue that is beautifully over the top and a not-so-veiled stand against McCarthyism and Hollywood blacklisting.  And on top of all that - Joan Freakin' Crawford!

The film that Truffaut once called "Hallucinatory Cinema", Johnny Guitar is almost magical in its approach to what film is (and again, still should be).   Watching it on the big screen (as I finally did after years of adoring it sitting on my couch in my living room) one is mesmerized by each and every frame of this sexy, delicious, ravenous piece of film history.  Nary a false note is heard - a thing that can be said of only about six or seven films of the thousands and thousands and thousands ever made.  And on top of all that - Joan Freakin' Crawford!

Derek Malcolm of The Guardian said of the film, "This baroque and deliriously stylised Western, along with Fritz Lang's Rancho Notorious and Raoul Walsh's Pursued, proves it is possible to lift the genre into the realms of Freudian analysis, political polemic and even Greek tragedy."  Amen brother.

Other westerns of the time delve deeper than the typical genre-specific Hopalong Cassidy territory of the earlier mode - The Searchers is a Freudian masterpiece for sure and the films of Anthony Mann (and to a lesser degree Budd Boetticher) have stretched the ideas of right and wrong to whole other ballparks - but it was/is Johnny Guitar that puts them all to shame, not only in its sheer gorgeousness of set, costume and photography, its brilliantly subversive screenplay ("written" by Philip Yordan as a front for blacklisted writer Ben Maddow) and/or its richly textured (and verging on camp) performances but also in its power to transcend even the very cinema Godard spoke of and become one with the gods so to speak.  Hey, I told you I was going to gush!

And on top of all that - Joan Freakin' Crawford!  A comeback of sorts, Johnny Guitar, no matter how masculine the western genre typically is, is whole heartedly Joan's picture to win or lose.  The film's tagline reads: "Gun-Queen of the Arizona Frontier ! . . . and her kind of men !!!"   The auteur theory aside for a moment - after all this is really Nick Ray's picture to win or lose - it was Crawford who bought the rights to the novel by Roy Chanslor and put the whole kit and kaboodle in motion in the first place and it was Crawford who was taking a chance on reinventing herself.

Derek Malcolm (again) said of Crawford, "What she does in the film transcends either camp or melodrama. It's like watching a legend at work throwing off her previous baggage and gaining a new acting skin."  Perhaps this was the last of her great pictures (though her bloody duet with gal pal Bette Davis a few years later may beg to differ) but nonetheless, Malcolm's words ring true.  We won't even bother going into her on set feud with costar Mercedes McCambridge (wasn't there always one of these?) or the divaesque insistence on having all her close-ups filmed in studio where the lighting could be better staged.  After all, it's Joan Freakin' Crawford - what would one expect?

Sure, there may be flaws (you didn't think I could really be uncritical did you?) but someone once said (it may have been Truffaut, not sure) that every movie has flaws and it is in these flaws that is born something special.  Okay, I may have made that up, who knows, but it is something to believe in. Film lovers are sick people (Truffaut really did say that!) and that can be proven in the fact that we, the aforementioned sick film lovers, can love a film not in spite of its flaws and blemishes but because of them.  Sick.

But for now, let's forget all the critical and analytical mumbo jumbo and end on a much simpler note.  To quote Johnny Guitar himself (see, it's not all about Joan after all) - "There`s only two things in this world that a real man needs.  A cup of coffee and a good smoke."  Fin.