Dwight Dekeyser rating: AAA
Dear Friend,
I didn’t intend to see this movie. The movies I wanted to see would not accommodate my schedule. Besides, I am not a big Western fan. We all know the plot: the black hats ride into town looking for trouble, swing open the saloon doors, do shots of whiskey, cheat at poker, make passes at the saloon girls, argue with the white hats, and die in a shoot out with the sheriff. Sound like a movie or a T.V. show you’ve seen a hundred times? I have enjoyed some Westerns: Westward the Women (1951), High Noon (1952), Cat Ballou (1965), and Heartland (1979). And who could forget The Harvey Girls (1946)? (So, it was an MGM musical starring Judy Garland!)
The macho swagger and tough talk of John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, and their ilk never appealed to me. It’s just not my style. (I bet Ronald Coleman, George Saunders, and James Mason would have felt right at home in a pair of chaps. It’s the all the dust they couldn’t have handled.) In any case, my expectations were not high for this remake of the ultimate John Wayne movie, True Grit (1969). I never saw the original for which Wayne received a Golden Globe Award and an Academy Award for best actor. (So, he wore an eye patch. Who cares? It was a John Wayne movie.)
Nonetheless, I was completely won over by this movie. It was not a perfect production by any means. It was that I found myself completely engrossed with the story and the characters. I found myself really caring about these three unlikely comrades as they set out on an incredible adventure in the pursuit of justice. In this sense it was a very American story. Yes, it was the old story line of the white hats versus the black hats. It’s just that the hats were all checkered in different patterns. The characters were complex and the plot was intricate. Cooperation won-out over personal conflicts as their character and guile triumphed over incredible adversity to avenge injustice and defy death. It was inspiring to see the extent to which each person risked their life in an effort to rescue the other. It was an heroic story beautifully told.
What I liked about the movie was the use of character actors, obscure performers who portrayed a particular type of person: the business man, the undertaker, the hotel keeper, the town drunk. During the days of the Hollywood studio people made entire careers out of these roles. Actors like Gabby Hayes, Jack Elam, Andy Devine, and Marjorie Main were essential ingredients to any Western as much as any leading gunslinger or bad ass bronco. They added local color and comic relief to the picture and made the main characters look good in comparison. Their eccentric personalities and peculiar appearances added an authenticity to casts lead by tightly controlled actors mumbling sparse dialogue. “Don’t say it’s a fine morning or I’ll shoot ya.” McLintock (1963). (Thanks for the warning, Duke!)
The story centers around young Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld), who set out to hire the meanest marshal or bounty hunter to capture her father’s killer – someone with true grit. As much as I liked the movie, I did have problems with this character. I thought the part was too mature for a fourteen-year-old. No teenager knows that much about business, contracts, negotiation, and criminal law as expounded upon by this crackerjack kid. Yes, this made her an exception little girl, but I found myself having to suspend my sense of reality to entertain the plausibility of this uber-precocious young lady. The fact that she was self-confident, determined, and canny I was ready to concede. However, I found her business acumen and her keen legal analysis hard to believe for a fourteen-year-old girl from Arkansas, c. 1867.
Second, I thought Steinfeld’s portrayal of Mattie Ross was too stiff. There was almost something British about her delivery. It was like watching Anne of Green Gables (1985) with Megan Follows or even Glenda Jackson in Elizabeth R (1971). Steinfeld’s Mattie Ross made haughty pronouncements with enunciation and intelligence as if she were in a Shakespearian production. There was nothing country in the way she spoke. I know she was a city girl, but we’re talking Little Rock here. In a perfect world, I would have liked to have seen little Addie Loggins (Tatum O’Neal) from Paper Moon (1973) in the role. (They grow up so fast, don’t they?) I also would have liked to have cast her father Ryan O’Neal as LeBoeuf. As much as I wanted to like Matt Damon, I was a little disappointed. He looked the part. (He looked like Ryan O’Neal.) But, I found his performance a little too refined for a Texas marshal.
That clearly was not Jeff Bridges’s problem. His portrayal of Rooster Cogburn was truly extraordinary. His performance put him in the same league as the greatest living actors: Robert Duvall, Robert De Niro, Mickey Rooney, Ernest Borgnine, (fill in your favorite). His performance transcended acting in the way great actors are able – it was being. Maybe a little rubbed off from his father the late Lloyd Bridges, the deputy marshal in High Noon. His brother actor Beau Bridges claims Jeff is a perfectionist who likes to do a lot of takes in order to exhaust every possibility before ending a scene. His approach appears to have worked because his performance was perfection.
Here's the trailer: http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi1984862489/
From the vault: Paper Moon (1973), directed by Peter Bogdanovich, starring Ryan O’Neal, Tatum O’Neal, and Madeline Kahn. It’s not a Western, but they were desperadoes during the Great Depression (as opposed to this one). It is a great American classic. Why is it orphans seem to have all the fun, “Are you pushing?!”
Best of luck in your movie selections. Your faithful friend,
Dwight Dekeyser
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