Not a classic peck film but an often beautiful sweet and soulful film about the end of the west, a regular peck motif. Cable just couldn't get his happy ending even tho he mostly gave up on revenge and chose love over wealth. Modernity just literally rolled over him. Sorry for the spoiler
Such a weird and unique western-comedy. The one of a kind Peckinpah got here his strangest scenario (i mean who else would have believed in this story). Of course the film has its clear political charge, about the market and its lack of humanity. Very 1970s, very hippie, i won't tell you it's all good but i understand why man can some kind of affection for it.
Peckinpah en una comedia que tiene un sabor melancólico sobre un hombre que, cual personaje bíblico, será rescatado (por la divina providencia) de un desierto y a partir de ello su vida dará un nuevo giro. Cable es un hombre hosco y resentido rumbo a la madurez y la redención. En su camino se cruzarán algunos que serán contagiados de esa benevolencia que usualmente reprime. Un filme gentíl.
Robards is terrific, but I have come to expect that from such a wonderful actor. Stella Stevens is fairly cringe-worthy however, and David Warner has been given a very strange role, but he handles it well, the rest of the cast is very good, but watching this the day after The Wild Bunch and thinking about films like Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid I remind my self of how much more comfortable Peckinpah seems when he is
Peckinpah buries his favorite genre with the help of an outstanding trio: Jason Robards as an outlaw with strict moral codes, Stella Stevens as a town whore with too much heart, and David Warner as a preacher full of lust. This isn't by any means a languid, morose funeral; but a festive farewell to a time and place that seemed to stay isolate from the rest of the ever changing modern world.
A great Sam Peckinpah movie despite the fact its got very few charcteristics of a Peckinpah movie. This movie alone proves that Jason Robards was the most under-appreciated actor ever. The movie's not without some painful moments (namely that duet between Robards and Stella Stevens and this sped-up silliness that Peckinpah decided to run with) but that last 20 minutes was superb. This movie is indeed a ballad.
Robards' charisma carries this one. His version of talking to God now jumps to near the top of my preferred prayer styles. However, had I been him, I'da dumped the hoe in this movie and gone back over and boned C. Cardinale in Once upon a Time in the West -- that missed connection was tragick.