Cowboys don't get married... Listen, Monty, do you have any idea how many cowboys there were 10, 15 years ago? They're a hell of a thinner now. They will soon be gone altogether. It's gonna be harder.
- You're not suggesting I become a salesman, are you?
- Hell, no. But you can't be a cowboy forever.
This movie is literally saturated with aching sadness for the passing era. The era of harsh men, accustomed to rely on themselves in everything. Their time is gone, because progress is inexorable. Especially strong, this nostalgia is felt now - for the western genre, for the real tough guy of Hollywood (like Lee Marvin and Jack Palance), for a movie shot without any computer effects. And although, by the usual Western standards, there is little shooting and fighting, and the inherent attributes of the genre, like the Indians or the robbery of a train, are absent at all - but without embellishment, the life of real cowboys, real people with their problems and worries is shown. That's what bribes you. While watching, you can hear the creaking of the saddle and the knocking of hooves, literally smelling the wild prairies of Arizona with all the fibres. Particularly worth noting is the truly brilliant performance of all actors without exception (the truthfulness of the types just goes off the scale), the scope of the shooting (extensive natural locations) and the beautiful soundtrack of the legendary composer John Barry. But most importantly, this picture has a soul that is inherent only in old tapes. It's a real male movie. And now, they don't do that anymore. I can’t believe that all the actors in the film are so refueling they keep in the saddle. Especially remember the scene of Monty Walsh’s detour of a wild stallion, as well as the spectacular final fight to the intense music of John Barry. There are principles that do not sell and this film is about that.
Did I tell you about Big Joe Abernathy? He killed the wolf with his bare hands. I haven't seen it myself. But I heard and I knew Joe.
10 out of 10
