Dealing in Lead: The Magnificent Seven (1960)

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The strains of the main theme to The Magnificent Seven (1960), highlighted in the opening credits and woven into the score throughout the movie by its brilliant composer, Elmer Bernstein, are instantly recognizable, even if you have never seen the film. So iconic is the music that underscores this epic tale of dusty desert adventure that it has become associated with the Western genre as a whole, borrowed numerous times for other thematically-similar enterprises over the years—enterprises as disparate as commercials for a particularly popular cigarette brand and a cowpoke-centered episode of The Simpsons.  The rousing tune immediately sets the tone for the film–it’s a battle cry, a call to arms that thoroughly anticipates the heart-pounding action ahead.

And boy, what action. Upon my recent first-ever viewing of The Magnificent Seven—a movie that has been wholeheartedly recommended to me by several of my favorite Western fanatics over the years—I honestly did not know what to expect. I was aware that it is based on Akira Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai (1954), a movie I have seen and enjoyed. I knew that it featured a strong cast headed by Yul Brynner, Steve McQueen, and Eli Wallach, and that its success had spawned a series of increasingly ill-received sequels. What I did not realize, however, is that the film transcends the familiar tried-and-true cliches of the Western: no mere “cowboys and Indians” flick, it is filled with genuinely thrilling stuntwork, many touches of humor (which, admittedly, add some much-needed levity) … and the very pleasant sight of McQueen’s rear end in those tight pants (it had to be said). By the time the final scene faded to black, I realized the most unexpected thing of all: I honestly, completely, wholeheartedly LOVED this movie. [And if the other Westerns on my “must-see” list are this damn good, then this whole “Learning to Love Westerns” experiment is going to be a snap.]

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The plot of the film is simple, yet effective: Chris (Brynner), a fearless gunslinger, is approached by a trio of poor Mexican villagers for help. Their town has been raided by the bandito Calvera (Wallach), whose men take most of the harvest, leaving the villagers with barely enough to survive. They have crossed the border into Texas in search of guns to ward off Calvera’s promised return, but Chris tells them that they would be better served by hiring experienced men to defend the town. Though the pay is meager–a mere twenty dollars per man for an estimated six weeks’ work–Chris is eventually able to recruit six other gunslingers to accompany him into Mexico: Vin (McQueen), a handsome gambler; Bernardo (Charles Bronson), a gruff, strong man with a soft spot for kids (especially one particular trio of nosy little punks); Lee (Robert Vaughn), a hired gun dodging the authorities; Britt (James Coburn), a taciturn fellow who demonstrates a knack with a knife; Harry (Brad Dexter), an old friend of Chris’ anticipating a rich payment of gold and jewels for his work; and Chico (Horst Buchholz), a young, temperamental man who left his own village in Mexico seeking adventure as a hired gun. Though the Seven’s reception in town is somewhat chilly due to the farmers’ initial fear of them, they eventually manage to fortify the town and teach the townspeople to fight, just in time for Calvera’s reappearance. But the showdown between the gunslingers and the bandits does not go quite as smoothly as the Seven had hoped.

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The Magnificent Seven borrows quite heavily from its Japanese predecessor, from the general mirroring of the plotlines and the similar characterization of each film’s respective “warriors.” And while they share some thematic elements–such as the importance of honoring commitments and responsibility to those who have contracted their trust–the central conceits of each film are quite different. Samurai focuses largely on the inherent class differences between the farmers and their champions, an issue that is rather obliquely addressed in TMS, mostly through the character of Chico, a farmer’s son who understands–and resents–the fearful nature of the villagers; because of this, Chico spends the final third of the film fighting his feelings for a young village woman, Petra (Rosenda Monteros), as he is loath to return to that limited life.

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Instead, the main idea underlying TMS (and a rather intriguing one, at that) is the immutability of the past. At some point or another throughout the film, each of the main characters comes to understand that the past is both irretrievable and inescapable. The gunslingers seek a place in a world that no longer values them; they are living relics, unable to cast their anchors anywhere–as the Mexican elder tells Chris at the end of the film, “You’re like the wind, blowing over the land and … passing on.” Theirs is a dying breed (literally, as it turns out for most of them), something Vin realizes early on in the film, when he faces the unwelcome possibility of becoming a grocery clerk because there are few other options available to him. When Chris and Vin compare notes about their respective pasts, dryly commenting on the lack of action that drove them each out of Dodge and Tombstone, it reflects an overwhelming sense that civilization has finally begun to reach, and reform, the wild, wild West, marking the gunslingers as outsiders rather than the norm. And while the gunmen obviously cannot go back to the old days, they cannot adapt and move forward, either, because even when they try, they cannot escape their respective pasts–physically, mentally, and emotionally. Chico goes back to his farming roots; Chris and Vin, for whom settling down is not an option, ride off into the sunset in search of new adventure; Lee cannot let loose his demons until the very end, when redemption simply rings hollow; Harry spends the film anticipating a big score, even down to his final breath. The virtual decimation of the Seven is almost painfully predestined–as Chris gazes at the freshly-dug graves of his fallen comrades, he underscores this depressingly irrefutable notion: “Only the farmers won. We lost. We always lose.”

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Still, despite the heavy material and the decided lack of a sunshine-and-lollipops ending, the film deftly manages to avoid wallowing in its own sense of inevitability, largely due to the welcome touches of humor utilized throughout (again, something the film shares in common with Kurosawa’s original). Indeed, there’s an almost anarchic vein of humor running through The Magnificent Seven; as serious as their situation is–what with its not-so-great pay and even worse odds for success–the gunslingers face the fight ahead with a sardonic (and strangely graceful) collective self of self, cracking wise and biting off sarcastic remarks even in the direct face of trouble. One of my favorite exchanges in the film is between Bernardo and the insufferable brats children who “adopt” him–a conversation that features a wrenching bit of foreshadowing mixed with wryness:

Boy #1: “If you get killed, we take the rifle and avenge you.”
Boy #2: “And we see to it there’s always fresh flowers on your grave.”
Bernardo [deadpan]: “That’s a mighty big comfort.”
Boy #2: “I told you he’ll appreciate that!”
Bernardo: “Well, now, don’t you kids be too disappointed if your plans don’t work out.”
Boy #1: “We won’t. If you stay alive, we’ll be just as happy.”
Boy #2: “Maybe even happier.”
Boy #1: “Maybe.”

(Note: as you can no doubt tell, my liking of this scene does not extend to liking the idiotic kids themselves, as their recklessness eventually spells Bernardo’s doom. Yeah, I’m a little bitter. I liked Bernardo. Little shits.)

Overall, with its strong performances, beautiful desert vistas (thank you, Panavision), and entertaining, engaging storyline, The Magnificent Seven is an appealing mix of drama, well-staged action, and light comedy–and in my thus-far limited experience with the genre, this film is on par with Cat Ballou (1965) in combining those elements into an effective, singularly enjoyable Western adventure. I am glad to say that this movie is, without a doubt, one I’ll be returning to again and again in the future.

 

Look for another entry in our ongoing “Learning to Love … Westerns” series next month!

The king of cool, revisited.

Screenwriter Anthony Peckham has been hired to write the script for Yucatan, based on an original story by classic movie star Steve McQueen, who died in 1980 before being able to fully realize the project. McQueen left thousands of pages of notes and even storyboards outlining his ideas, which were discovered several years ago by the actor’s son, Chad.

According to an article in the New York Times in 2006 outlining the discovery of McQueen’s notes and other Yucatan-related ephemera, the story revolves around a treasure hunt in Mexico:

” … [A]n archaeologist from the Museum of London enlists a renegade Navy diver, who works for the oil companies and races motorcycles on the ‘shores of the Mojave,’ in a plan to explore the cenotes, caves in the Yucatan jungle that reveal underground lakes. Here, a millennium before, Mayan priests sacrificed virgins covered in gold and precious jewels, a fortune rumored to still adorn their skeletons at the bottom of these sacred wells.

The writing is filled with a reverence for nature and sympathy to the class struggle in Mexico, and there is a motorcycle chase spelled out in illustrated storyboards that McQueen planned as the most elaborate ever committed to film …”

An elaborate motorcycle chase across the sands of Mexico?

A concept drawing of the chase sequence (NYT).

From the man who brought us the best car chase in film history, we could expect no less.

There was talk several years ago of Charlie’s Angels director McG resurrecting Yucatan, but thankfully that deal fell through. No offense to Mr. McG–he is the producer of one of my favorite television shows, Chuck, and directed the amazing pilot episode–but having sat through the torture that was Terminator Salvation, I would be a little leery of seeing what the hell he would do to/with this material (and let’s not even go into the steaming dung heap that was Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle).

Instead, McQueen’s grand idea now rests in the rather capable hands of Robert Downey, Jr., who (partnered with his wife, Susan) will produce the film, with Downey himself possibly to star.

Hello, there.

Now, this … this, I can get behind.

Time will tell if the film meets expectations, but hopefully the spirit of McQueen’s story will be evident in the finished product. And at the very least, the completion of McQueen’s pet project, more than thirty years after his untimely passing, will serve as a fitting tribute to one of the great screen stars of the classic movie age.

All things considered, it sounds as though Yucatan will be a kind of Indiana Jones-type adventure for the spelunking set. I know I’m looking forward to seeing what Peckham and Downey do with the story; are you?

SUtS: Steve McQueen

Carrie’s choice: The Blob (1958)

Airing 11:45AM EST

Run…. Don’t walk from… The Blob!

I’m taking just a couple of quick minutes for The Blob. This film is interesting in that it has become so culturally relevant, not for the film itself, but for the previews. The ads for The Blob have infiltrated our culture in so many ways. Who doesn’t know the slogan? Who cared if the movie was good? It was advertising at it’s best. Or some of the best.

To be honest, I must confess I’ve never seen all of The Blob, but it’s cultural implications are important to me. As a character (?) I’ve seen the idea reused. The trailers- absolutely. I grew up with the famous images of women screaming, people running, and the nasty, slowly oozing, all encompassing Blob.

And why not? Everyone can relate to it. There’s something so much more ominous about something slow, yet inevitable than something fast but preventable. It’s like how we feel about being overwhelmed, only brought to life- thus, an amazing, if not far-fetched movie. The special effects will not be our standards, but we really do owe a lot of credence to The Blob- even if it is for the mastery of the trailer. Thanks, Blob editors, for proving that the trailer is as much an art form as film-making.

Brandie’s choice: Bullitt (1968)

Airing 10:15PM EST

He was called “the King of Cool,” and no one before and no one since has ever quite matched the combination of charm, danger, rakishness, and raw sexuality that Steve McQueen brought to the screen. He was the apotheosis of the silver screen anti-hero, a straight-shooting badass whose off-screen persona was just as reckless and thrill-seeking as some of his best-known roles. And nowhere is McQueen’s unique screen presence on better display than in the suspenseful police drama Bullitt, from 1968.

McQueen plays police lieutenant Frank Bullitt, who is charged with guarding a mob witness until he is able  to testify. When the witness is murdered, Bullitt, in danger of losing his career over this, must figure out who ordered the hit while holding off the demands of a pushy politician who is using the case to make a name for himself. It’s a simple plot, really, and has been recreated any number of times in any number of forms over the past forty years. But few of those subsequent films have the same gritty magic as this one.

We have Steve McQueen and the movie Bullitt to thank, in large part, for modern cinema’s love of death-defying car chases. In fact, this movie is essentially a love letter to its starring automobiles, cars that have become as iconic as the film’s star. The much-revered car chase scene, taking Bullitt on a hair-raising road battle through the crowded streets of San Francisco, features a green 1968 Ford Mustang GT 390 CID Fastback and a black 1968 Dodge Charger R/T 440 Magnum (yeah, I had to look all that up. I don’t know crap about cars unless it involves turning on the air conditioner and finding a decent radio station).

Reports vary about whether or not McQueen did all of his own stunt work for this sequence–he had insisted, upon agreeing to do the film, that he be allowed to do as many of the stunts as possible on his own, but some say that McQueen showed up for work one day to find most of the driving stunts already completed. Regardless, I’m sure the studio heads were just THRILLED that one of the top box-office draws of the decade wanted to hurtle around the narrow city streets at speeds of up to 110 mph.

Yes, the car chase is fantastic. But that’s not the only attraction–the movie itself is pretty damn fantastic all around, and McQueen gives one of the best performances of his career. Make sure you catch it!