No, this is not about a hotel chain.
The western as a film genre has all but died out, but the motion picture canon includes a number of westerns. Until I saw The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, Shane and Clint Eastwood‘s Unforgiven were my two favorites. Now I have three, but I know those aren’t the only great ones. There are many others, including flicks featuring the great John Wayne and even a few with the Gipper.
So, today’s open thread–what’s your favorite western?
Back To The Future, Part III. Is there any doubt? 🙂
Magnificent Seven. How could anyone not name that film first?
“Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid”, “True Grit” and “Blazing Saddles”.
“The Quick and the Dead” I love Gene Hackman and Russell Crowe. Sharon Stone is ok, and Leonardo DiCapprio is a no-talent twink hack, but the rest of the movie made up for it.
Hatari with John Wayne and Red Buttons
Does it count if it’s set in Africa?
The Return of the Magnificent Seven –I can’t believe no one mentioned that one either.
Stagecoach and The Searchers, both directed by John Ford. Both films were ahead of their time, both in terms of technique and content. The opening and closing shots in Searchers, for example, still give me chills.
Bruce, you’re a phillistine. 😉
Eric in Hollywood
My Name is Nobody. It is the quintessential spaghetti western and I love it more every time I see it.
I can never remember titles.
I liked Quigly Down Under.
I’ve been reading Louis L’Amour novels lately (re-reading… I must have read all but two or three when I was 13-14 years old.) A western is really a morality play… or what I think of when I think of a morality play. The lack of societal control means that every individual has to stand, or not, on the strength of their own character. It’s very powerful.
“Little Big Man”.
I’ll second The Quick and the Dead and certainly Stagecoach (as well as several others already mentioned. High Noon is a classic. A Big Hand for the Little Lady is great, but not your typical western I suppose.
One film that I loved as a kid was The Cowboys with John Wayne forced to lead a group of young boys (8-16) on a cattle drive across the southwest because his usual team of cowboys is off fighting the Civil War. I wanted so badly to be part of that group. They accepted each other as compadres, even the nerdy kids. It wasn’t until years later that I realized the film appealed to my nascent homosexuality.
HIGH NOON, watch it and tell me its not a metaphor for our life and times.
LONESOME DOVE, where I first got attached to Robert Duval. His part seemed written for him.
In additon to some already mentioned… Jeremiah Johnson
Comanche Station — the last hurrah of Randolph Scott and Budd Boetticher. (It’s also sort of a farewell to the old Western “programmer” — those quick, cheap films starring Lash Larue, Ken Maynard, the Three Mesquiteers, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers and the like, where the movie Western found its largest popular audience.)
Silverado and Riders of the Purple Sage
Almost anything starring John Wayne, but especially “True Grit”.
My favorite western has always been The Big Country. Stars Gregory Peck and Charlton Heston. Great story and great music. Would Seven Brides for Seven Brothers count in this category?
“The Sons of Katie Elder” “True Grit” although probably any of the Rooster Cockburn movies.
“Treasure of the Sierra Madre”
What, nobody’s mentioned the Good the Bad and the Ugly?
Sheesh! Young’uns!
Did anyone mention the paraody remake of The Magnificent Seven yet; the Three Amigos?
Oxbow Incident?
The Wild Bunch?
McClintock with John Wayne and Maureen OHara?
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly?
I can’t believe no one mentioned James Dean’s Giant?
RWP, we were on the same wavelength for a second. I think you should be very afraid.
Big Jake, starring John Wayne.
“For a Few Dollars More” is a great story and “Pale Rider” too
I’m not a big Western fan, but I did like SHANE very much.
Also, SILVERADO.
And, anything with Barbara Stanwyck or Maureen O’Hara. Or Mary Stuart Masterson (no matter how bad the rest of the movie).
*Sigh*
Julie the Jarhead
True Grit, Silverado and Blazing Saddles.
The Rare Breed.
Plus anything withh the “one-eyed fat man.” That was a great role for John Wayne.
I also have to name Lonesome Dove and Kung Fu as my favorite TV Westerns. My favorite movie western (and there are too many to mention) has to be Tombstone. Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday was awesome. I’m your huckleberry.
Red River
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Cat Ballou
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How bout something from the newest Western genre, the “Fettucini Fra Diavolo” Western–“Brokeback Mountain”?
Pale Rider
Star Wars
Good, Bad, and the Ugly
Any western with Henry Ford or Jimmy Stewart
or any western where the French get run out of town.
U.S.S.R.
Does anyone remember the name of a movie starring Henry Fonda and Jimmy Stewart, who inherit property in Cheyenne, Wyoming, that turns out to be a whore house. Next to “Cat Ballou,” one of the funniest westerns I ever saw.
Once Upon a Time in the West
Jack, wasn’t that the “Cheyenne Social Club”?
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance!
The Searchers
Big Jake
Two Mules fo Sister Sara
My Darling Clementine
City Slickers
Destry Rides Again
Hard choice!
Either The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance! or She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, runners up Ford’s another Cavalry Trilogy Fort Apache. Sentimental favorite The Shootist (1976) with John Wayne (his last film) as a dying gunfighter and Jimmy Stuart as the “Doc” that tells him he has cancer.
Wayne died of lung cancer in 1979.
32: Scott, I’m curious. How is Brokeback representative of a Western subgenre, and could you name other films of its ilk? Since I don’t see stylistic or thematic affinities between Brokeback and the Italian-Spanish “spaghetti westerns,” I don’t quite understand why you’ve referred to the film as a fettucine Fra Diavolo western (except for the film’s appeal to urban, affluent arthouse crowds — the people who would prefer fettucine to spaghetti). Was this comment meant seriously, or was it a flippant Maureen Dowd-ish dismissal?
Yes to all of the above. Great entertainment.
Of course, there’s also “Paint Your Wagon” and “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.”
After all…
🙂
Is it too late to add Shanghi Noon?
I spelled that wrong didn’t I.
Thanks, Michigan Matt. It was “The Cheyenne Social Club”. I love to laugh and I certainly did watching that film.
McClintock
Magnificent Seven
Stagecoach
Blazing Saddles
True Grit
Rooster Cogburn
Quigley Down Under, even though it’s more cowboy than “western”.
The Shootist
Tombstone
The Cowboys
The War Wagon
Fort Apache
Geronimo
The Alamo
Cahill U.S. Marshall
Big Jake
Chisum
Rio Lobo
The Sons of Katie Elder
McLintock
Hondo
Rio Grande
King of Texas
etc.
You listed McLintock twice, TGC. Understandable, though — it’s a good movie.
By the way, if you have the chance, be sure to see Tommy Lee Jones’s new Western The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada. It’ll be on the classics list someday.
True Grit
Rarely a good western after the 50’s. The best are John Ford & John Wayne- Stagecoach, The Searchers and the calvery trilogy- Ft. Apache, She Wore A Yellow Ribbon & Rio Grande. No comparison with the 60’s and 70’s westerns. Also Red River by Howard Hawks with John Wayne and Walter Brennan and Monty Clift. Bend of the River and The Far Country with Jimmy Stewart. The Big Country, The Gunfighter, and the Bravados with Gregory Peck . Dark Command isn’t bad and They Died with Their Boots on with Errol Flynn as Custer is way over the top but great. Will Penny with Charlton Heston is good and for blood and gore( not Al) try the Wildbunch by Sam Peckinpah
Frankly, the way things are right now, I’m not sure I’d want to play myself in my very own movie of the week.
“It’s not because of fate, it’s because of Tequila” That may be the best thing I have ever read in my whole life!
RE: Fonda/Stuart Western film==Name is Cheyenne Social Club in answer to question in #34.
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