But who could care?
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid (1973), Sam Peckinpah. December 30, 6:30pm. View count: One.
Not a terribly exciting movie. As chmmr summed up, it has Bod Dylan reading off canned food labels, and throwing a knife through a guy's neck. Those were pretty good, and James Coburn (whom I'm amused to find I remember primarily from the Muppet Movie) was pretty cool. Kris Kristofferson as Billy the Kid was barely endurable: personality-free and weirdly Joe Don Bakerish. He and James Coburn were supposed to be pals from way back, but we weren't really shown them hanging out and getting along, only some semi-antagonistic encounters that made their adversarial relationship later not terribly noticeable as a paradigm shift. The song told the story more concisely and explicitly than the events themselves. I enjoyed watching Bob Dylan fail to engage with the movie, reacting exaggeratedly slowly, as if he was just profoundly sick of acting in a movie, and barely tolerating it as a result. His demeanor just said 'I'm doing this for the tenth take and I don't care anymore, if I ever did, but I have to carry out my obligation to be in this movie. I will do what I'm told and not look actually annoyed, but I will make it clear that everything I'm being asked to do is totally uninteresting.' He was given a lot of really, really pointless reaction shots, too, even before we knew he was supposed to be friends with Billy the Kid, and thus his importance in the narrative.
I'm not really up on my Peckinpah, so I don't know if this is par for the course, but this one was not really all that great.
Not a terribly exciting movie. As chmmr summed up, it has Bod Dylan reading off canned food labels, and throwing a knife through a guy's neck. Those were pretty good, and James Coburn (whom I'm amused to find I remember primarily from the Muppet Movie) was pretty cool. Kris Kristofferson as Billy the Kid was barely endurable: personality-free and weirdly Joe Don Bakerish. He and James Coburn were supposed to be pals from way back, but we weren't really shown them hanging out and getting along, only some semi-antagonistic encounters that made their adversarial relationship later not terribly noticeable as a paradigm shift. The song told the story more concisely and explicitly than the events themselves. I enjoyed watching Bob Dylan fail to engage with the movie, reacting exaggeratedly slowly, as if he was just profoundly sick of acting in a movie, and barely tolerating it as a result. His demeanor just said 'I'm doing this for the tenth take and I don't care anymore, if I ever did, but I have to carry out my obligation to be in this movie. I will do what I'm told and not look actually annoyed, but I will make it clear that everything I'm being asked to do is totally uninteresting.' He was given a lot of really, really pointless reaction shots, too, even before we knew he was supposed to be friends with Billy the Kid, and thus his importance in the narrative.
I'm not really up on my Peckinpah, so I don't know if this is par for the course, but this one was not really all that great.