Topic: Well, Vern.
I had planned to watch your Shane as well as my mother's How the West Was Won this week, but I'm afraid I lasted about twenty minutes on both & frayed into this:
It's me! Not the movies. I generally love classics {although not usually classics from the 1950s because cinema was going through a weird "let's make sure the women are all presented as chirrupy happy homemakers" phase that sets my teeth gritting -- the forties were a better decade for actresses, pardon me}, so I can't handle a Western from so long ago. I could tell from the over-the-top booming previews that these would not be for me, but I did try. Something about the style back then {sing-songy, over-the-top polite dialogue, strange extremely colorful background, and stiff I assume it's supposed to be intense acting} just doesn't work for me. A Western should be gritty, not so stagey. Not that I'm an expert! I haven't actually watched that many.
Anyway, I have stopped in here to confess my complete lack of knowledge on this topic, since I gave you a hard time in the other thread* & to inform the ages that I assure you, based upon the many impenetrable credentials I've outlined above, that {Dances With Wolves} is the best Western film of all time. I watched it today to cleanse my palette of the other films. My goodness, it's perfect. The scene with the wolf eating from his hand! The flag flying over his face. The deep friendships he builds. I don't know why anyone would watch those other sore thumbs when such a film exists.
My remarks are open to speculation.
Sincerely, corra.
*Pardon me, you asked for it.
