<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778785187944587183</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:04:38.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond Dick Library</title><subtitle type='html'>A compendium of films, books, and other Old West items</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldwestbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778785187944587183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldwestbooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/Sgnj46JPFvI/AAAAAAAAH4M/wESyMElgdVg/S220/MWS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778785187944587183.post-3820896597108924193</id><published>2008-08-26T13:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:51:01.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRn4TUvmUI/AAAAAAAADSY/dPJwPun5IWc/s1600-h/1dictamwest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRn4TUvmUI/AAAAAAAADSY/dPJwPun5IWc/s200/1dictamwest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238926483496343874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dictionary-American-West-Aarigaa-Zopilote/dp/1570613044/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219782365&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Dictionary of the American West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Winfred Blevins, 1993, Facts on File&lt;br /&gt;Review by Ned Buntline&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what they really said, and what it meant, this is the place to look it up. You'll find something interesting, or funny, or both, on every page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRoD_5hL4I/AAAAAAAADSg/1Gvdh7-5P4w/s1600-h/1villabook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRoD_5hL4I/AAAAAAAADSg/1Gvdh7-5P4w/s200/1villabook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238926684440309634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Friends-pancho-villa-James-Carlos/dp/0425162354/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219782774&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Friends of Pancho Villa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, James Carlos Blake, 1996, Berkley Publishing Group&lt;br /&gt;Review by Ned Buntline&lt;br /&gt;James Carlos Blake has written only two books. His first, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pistoleer&lt;/span&gt; (see below), was well-received in the book world; the El Paso Herald-Post said that it "captures the music of the West within its pages". His second, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Friends of Pancho Villa&lt;/span&gt;, may be better.&lt;br /&gt;Written from the point of view of Rudolfo Fierro, right hand man to Villa, it deals with the Mexican Revolution from the inside out, with all the power and sweep due its subject.&lt;br /&gt;The book is not only very well written, but also provided this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gringo&lt;/span&gt; with both a thrilling read and an education in the history of the Revolution. Did you know that there were two presidents of Mexico named Huerta, or that Francisco Villa was born with the less-than-intimidating name Doroteo Arrango? I thought not...&lt;br /&gt;Sex, violence, and a good history lesson, all in a engrossing and believable package. What could be finer? Ned B. says check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRwCsQjMkI/AAAAAAAADTI/gZHTMfJHi3k/s1600-h/1lonesomedove.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRwCsQjMkI/AAAAAAAADTI/gZHTMfJHi3k/s200/1lonesomedove.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238935458081354306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lonesome-Dove-Novel-Schuster-Classics/dp/068487122X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219784664&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, James McMurtry, Simon &amp; Schuster, 1985&lt;br /&gt;Review by H.P. Tyner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;/span&gt; is just about perfect. The book is special in its own way, though the rendition of Woodrow F. Call and Gus McRae by Tommy Lee Jones and Robert Duvall in the film is damn near heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;Any man who can read it and not cry once don't deserve to live in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Professionals&lt;/span&gt;, based on the Frank O'Rourke book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/mule-marquesa-Frank-ORourke/dp/B0007E08EC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219844769&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Mule for the Marquesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Professionals&lt;/span&gt; is one of those Westerns that's loved by those who've seen it, but unseen by many people who'd love it. The movie is based, loosely, on the Frank O'Rourke book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/mule-marquesa-Frank-ORourke/dp/B0007E08EC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219844769&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Mule for the Marquesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's sadly out of print, but you can try to find a used copy on Amazon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVac_L5LKI/AAAAAAAADXA/dG_0CC7u2Ao/s1600-h/1pistoleer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVac_L5LKI/AAAAAAAADXA/dG_0CC7u2Ao/s200/1pistoleer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239193195559595170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pistoleer&lt;/span&gt;, James Carlos Blake, Berkley Publishing Group&lt;br /&gt;Review by Ned Buntline&lt;br /&gt;Blake's earlier book; it looks at J.W. Hardin from the inside. If you like this, you'll love &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Friends of Pancho Villa&lt;/span&gt;, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVZycYpXhI/AAAAAAAADW4/LfvddrgkgaA/s1600-h/1rolbm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVZycYpXhI/AAAAAAAADW4/LfvddrgkgaA/s200/1rolbm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239192464663338514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Return of Little Big Man&lt;/span&gt;, Thomas Berger, 1999, Little Brown&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;If you liked &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Big Man&lt;/span&gt;, and I did {even the movie}, you'll like this reprise.&lt;br /&gt;He's got every event from the Little Big Horn to the OK Corral, with everyone who was anyone in the Old West making an appearance. Worth it just for the photo on the jacket of Buffalo Bill and his troupe of Indians on the Grand Canal in Venice. History the easy way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVZC86p7KI/AAAAAAAADWw/4PDbug_UWwA/s1600-h/1swartout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVZC86p7KI/AAAAAAAADWw/4PDbug_UWwA/s200/1swartout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239191648762195106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shootist&lt;/span&gt;, Glendon Swarthout, &lt;br /&gt;Review by Ned Buntline&lt;br /&gt;This is what the end of the Old West was really like. A true gem. An old gunfighter comes to town to die, but some people aren't willing to wait that long. Their mistake. Read it before you see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shootist&lt;/span&gt;, the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4778785187944587183-3820896597108924193?l=oldwestbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldwestbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3820896597108924193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4778785187944587183&amp;postID=3820896597108924193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778785187944587183/posts/default/3820896597108924193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778785187944587183/posts/default/3820896597108924193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldwestbooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/book-shelf.html' title='The Book Shelf'/><author><name>Rico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/Sgnj46JPFvI/AAAAAAAAH4M/wESyMElgdVg/S220/MWS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRn4TUvmUI/AAAAAAAADSY/dPJwPun5IWc/s72-c/1dictamwest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778785187944587183.post-7128797525883671057</id><published>2008-08-26T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:14:37.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Film Shelf</title><content type='html'>Many of these items are available from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;. Go directly to their ordering system, which shows pricing and availability and includes both professional and reader's reviews, by clicking on the gray link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reviewed works, listed alphabetically:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamo, The&lt;br /&gt;Apache: Geronimo on the Warpath&lt;br /&gt;Barbarosa&lt;br /&gt;Bite the Bullet&lt;br /&gt;Cahill: US Marshal&lt;br /&gt;Cat Ballou&lt;br /&gt;Duck, You Sucker (Fistful of Dynamite, A)&lt;br /&gt;Earp, Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;Fistful of Dollars, A&lt;br /&gt;For a Few Dollars More&lt;br /&gt;Frank and Jesse&lt;br /&gt;Geronimo on the Warpath&lt;br /&gt;Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, The&lt;br /&gt;Great Northfield Minnesota Raid, The&lt;br /&gt;Hang 'Em High&lt;br /&gt;Have Gun Will Travel&lt;br /&gt;High Plains Drifter&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;br /&gt;Long Riders, The&lt;br /&gt;Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, The&lt;br /&gt;Missouri Breaks, The&lt;br /&gt;Outlaw Josey Wales, The&lt;br /&gt;Professionals, The&lt;br /&gt;Quick and the Dead, The&lt;br /&gt;Quigley Down Under&lt;br /&gt;Red Sun&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant Rutledge&lt;br /&gt;Shootist, The&lt;br /&gt;Silverado&lt;br /&gt;Tombstone&lt;br /&gt;True Grit&lt;br /&gt;Unforgiven&lt;br /&gt;Wild Bunch, The&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt Earp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSjgc3D-tI/AAAAAAAADTQ/jMUOl5Sdypw/s1600-h/1alamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSjgc3D-tI/AAAAAAAADTQ/jMUOl5Sdypw/s200/1alamo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238992044437011154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Alamo&lt;/i&gt;, a John Wayne film, Batjac&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;&lt;br /&gt;It's John Wayne. It's the Alamo. Sure, it's hokey. Watch it anyway. Then go to San Antonio and see the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apache: Geronimo on the Warpath&lt;/i&gt;, a Dan Dalton film, 1993, Simitar Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Documentary on the greatest guerrilla fighter in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSkwIJ40mI/AAAAAAAADTY/wwyZ4TBTXWw/s1600-h/1barbarosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSkwIJ40mI/AAAAAAAADTY/wwyZ4TBTXWw/s400/1barbarosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238993413268361826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Barbarosa&lt;/i&gt;, a Fred Schepisi film, 1981, ITC Films&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love Willie Nelson, and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSlZKwFw_I/AAAAAAAADTg/yRcxMSwFlU8/s1600-h/1bitebullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSlZKwFw_I/AAAAAAAADTg/yRcxMSwFlU8/s200/1bitebullet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238994118340101106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bite the Bullet&lt;/i&gt;, a Richard Brooks film, 1975, Columbia Pictures&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Gene Hackman. Candice Bergen. James Coburn. And still terrible. Everyone must have needed the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSmE9D5XhI/AAAAAAAADTo/DSed2ZeFaZk/s1600-h/1cahill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSmE9D5XhI/AAAAAAAADTo/DSed2ZeFaZk/s200/1cahill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238994870579322386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cahill: U.S. Marshal&lt;/i&gt;, a Andrew McLaglen film&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Not one of John Wayne's more successful films, tarnished by a saccarine script and bad child co-stars {both consistent problems for Wayne}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSmnZrRGAI/AAAAAAAADTw/syUKLMsKvZ0/s1600-h/1cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSmnZrRGAI/AAAAAAAADTw/syUKLMsKvZ0/s200/1cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238995462376200194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cat Ballou&lt;/i&gt;, an Elliott Silverstein film, 1965, Columbia Tristar&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Jane Fonda, pre-Hanoi, in a delectable role. She hires Lee Marvin to protect her from Lee Marvin. The first Lee is a drunk {as is his horse, in one of the funniest scenes in Western movies}, the second is a gunslinger with a silver nose. No, really. You gotta see it to believe it. But Marvin got a justly-deserved Oscar for his role{s}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSnL0DBDWI/AAAAAAAADT4/Y950LPZS6Go/s1600-h/1fistful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSnL0DBDWI/AAAAAAAADT4/Y950LPZS6Go/s200/1fistful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238996087930424674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fistful of Dollars&lt;/i&gt;, a Sergio Leone film&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;The first spaghetti Western. Eastwood became a leading man, Sergio Leone became a legendary director, and harmonicas made a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSn5jzzzgI/AAAAAAAADUA/XIK06KMiGyU/s1600-h/1duckyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSn5jzzzgI/AAAAAAAADUA/XIK06KMiGyU/s200/1duckyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238996873845657090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Fistful of Dynamite&lt;/i&gt;, a Sergio Leone film, 1971, United Artists {Previously &lt;i&gt;Duck, You Sucker&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Another movie that you have to see to love; it's Sergio Leone at his finest. It teams a exiled Irish motorcycle-riding dynamiter {played by James Coburn} with a Mexican bandit with a dozen sons {played by Rod Steiger} against the backdrop of the Mexican Revolution, staging a daring daylight robbery of a bank full of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSoi1ktSSI/AAAAAAAADUI/DDKU-eUia8s/s1600-h/1fewdollars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSoi1ktSSI/AAAAAAAADUI/DDKU-eUia8s/s200/1fewdollars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238997582988790050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a Few Dollars More&lt;/i&gt;, a Sergio Leone film&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like this one, you don't like Westerns. Sure it's spaghetti. But fun. Eastwood glares with the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSpGNL-ypI/AAAAAAAADUQ/esLRVBvRYBs/s1600-h/1f%26j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSpGNL-ypI/AAAAAAAADUQ/esLRVBvRYBs/s200/1f%26j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238998190622952082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frank and Jesse&lt;/i&gt;, a Robert Boris film, 1995, TriMark&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Made for television, but worth watching. It presents the bad boys from Missouri using contemporary 'victim' theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLQOu_vLYEI/AAAAAAAADQI/nf0TNiN3Dc0/s1600-h/1gbu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLQOu_vLYEI/AAAAAAAADQI/nf0TNiN3Dc0/s200/1gbu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238828467084812354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly&lt;/span&gt;, a Sergio Leone film, 1967 (originally &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buono, il brutto, il cattivo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef, and Eli Wallach.&lt;br /&gt;No more perfect type-casting in movie history. While it purports to be about the Civil War, it's really a Western in disguise. "A bounty hunting scam joins two men in an uneasy alliance against a third in a race to find a fortune in gold buried in a remote cemetery." Don't miss it when Wallach says "if you're going to talk, talk, if you're going to shoot, shoot..." Buy it &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Good-Bad-Ugly-Widescreen/dp/0792836510/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;s=video&amp;qid=1219758645&amp;sr=1-7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLQIjTHhkWI/AAAAAAAADPQ/2ctf1-tnnRc/s1600-h/1raid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLQIjTHhkWI/AAAAAAAADPQ/2ctf1-tnnRc/s200/1raid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238821669059006818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Great Northfield Minnesota Raid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0792839161/"&gt;The Long Riders&lt;/a&gt; is probably more brotherly, Cliff Robertson as Cole Younger is still one of the best. It's more about what happened as a result of the Civil War, but it shows what a bunch of Southern boys can do if they put their mind to it. They look and act more like the Old West in this version, too.&lt;br /&gt;Buy it &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Great-Northfield-Minnesota-Cliff-Robertson/dp/6301065581/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=video&amp;qid=1219757957&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSpn5dq8fI/AAAAAAAADUY/9gMcDJjOUmE/s1600-h/1heh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSpn5dq8fI/AAAAAAAADUY/9gMcDJjOUmE/s200/1heh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238998769443992050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hang 'Em High&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Eastwood carries on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man With No Name&lt;/span&gt; franchise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSqGCeH3kI/AAAAAAAADUg/QnUxvEOwlQY/s1600-h/1havegun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLSqGCeH3kI/AAAAAAAADUg/QnUxvEOwlQY/s200/1havegun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238999287257882178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have Gun Will Travel&lt;/i&gt;, 1957 through 1962, CBS&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have Gun Will Travel reads the card of a man...&lt;/span&gt; Richard Boone {who was a lot uglier in person than on the screen; my dad and I met him in his favorite bar in Hawaii in the 60s} as the avenging angel of the West. Good snappy dialog, great sneers by Boone, and always a dead bad guy by the end. Paladin did more to create the dressed-in-all-black craze than he's given credit for, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVC31F_kdI/AAAAAAAADUo/EPJPjoEihjA/s1600-h/1hpd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVC31F_kdI/AAAAAAAADUo/EPJPjoEihjA/s200/1hpd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239167268427895250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;High Plains Drifter&lt;/i&gt;, a Clint Eastwood film, Malpaso&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Eastwood was just warming up for the sweetheart he'd eventually play in The Unforgiven. But here he gets to have fun demolishing an entire town and the egos of everyone in it. Don't miss the part about the red paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVDwpjHZ9I/AAAAAAAADUw/oj0M5af5h9E/s1600-h/1lonesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVDwpjHZ9I/AAAAAAAADUw/oj0M5af5h9E/s200/1lonesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239168244581361618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film review by H.P. Tyner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;/i&gt; is just about perfect. The book is special in its own way, but the rendition of Woodrow F. Call and Gus McRae by Tommy Lee Jones and Robert Duvall in the film is damn near heartbreaking. Any man who can watch it and not cry once don't deserve to live in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLQI2cY_aAI/AAAAAAAADPY/Botu8Jvnsxg/s1600-h/1riders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLQI2cY_aAI/AAAAAAAADPY/Botu8Jvnsxg/s200/1riders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238821997965699074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Long Riders&lt;/span&gt;, a Walter Hill film, 1980, United Artists&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;The Carradines as the Younger brothers. The Keaches as the James brothers. The Quaids as the Miller brothers. The Guests as the Ford brothers. The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Great Northfield Minnesota Raid&lt;/span&gt; all over again.&lt;br /&gt;It don't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;Buy it &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0792839161/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVErfrT2eI/AAAAAAAADU4/vFm9IwRE9rU/s1600-h/1liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVErfrT2eI/AAAAAAAADU4/vFm9IwRE9rU/s200/1liberty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239169255543658978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance&lt;/i&gt;, a John Ford film&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Stewart. John Wayne. Lee Marvin. If it was ever better than this, I didn't see it. If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen a Western.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVFUtI4xrI/AAAAAAAADVA/omHVrZpyqK4/s1600-h/1breaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVFUtI4xrI/AAAAAAAADVA/omHVrZpyqK4/s200/1breaks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239169963532011186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Missouri Breaks&lt;/i&gt;, an Arthur Penn film, 1976, United Artists&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;The wackiest Western ever made as serious. Brando as a cross-dressing psychopath. Nicholson as a well-meaning rustler who falls in love. Harry Dean Stanton with a father problem. I can't tell if Penn was making fun of Westerns, or just couldn't control Brando {as if anyone could}. Think of this as &lt;i&gt;Apocalypse Then&lt;/i&gt;. But don't get me wrong; I loved this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRRALQII-I/AAAAAAAADR8/x_aRrnkteaA/s1600-h/1josey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLRRALQII-I/AAAAAAAADR8/x_aRrnkteaA/s200/1josey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238901330001011682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Outlaw Josey Wales, a Clint Eastwood film, 1976&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;A Missouri farmer joins a Confederate guerilla unit and winds up on the run from the Union soldiers who murdered his family. Another Western masquerading as a Civil War film. Eastwood in his glory. One of the funniest truly vicious movies you'll ever see. As good in the supporting characters as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVF-KkbSAI/AAAAAAAADVI/g5GK8O9qNSk/s1600-h/1pros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVF-KkbSAI/AAAAAAAADVI/g5GK8O9qNSk/s200/1pros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239170675806783490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Professionals&lt;/i&gt;, a Richard Brooks film, 1966, Columbia Pictures&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Professionals&lt;/i&gt; is one of those Westerns that's loved by those who've seen it, but unseen by many people who'd love it. It stars Lee Marvin {in one of his best roles, not coincidentally as a character named Henry 'Rico' Fardan}, Burt Lancaster, Robert Ryan, Woody Strode {in an unsung performance; he didn't even get his name on the poster}, Jack Palance, Ralph Bellamy, and Claudia Cardinale, along with a great supporting cast.&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say that it takes place along the Mexican border during the Mexican Revolution, and there's enough gunplay, sex, and general hoorah in it to satisfy any Western film buff. Besides, where else besides &lt;i&gt;The Wild Bunch&lt;/i&gt; are you going to see a great Western film where they use a machine gun? It's often available in bargain bins in the oddest places. Buy every copy when you find it; give them to your friends. The movie is based, loosely, on the Frank O'Rourke book &lt;i&gt;A Mule for the Marquesa&lt;/i&gt;. It's sadly out of print, but you can try &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0671636839"&gt;to find a copy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVGm6X_5II/AAAAAAAADVQ/v7bCXfIfSw8/s1600-h/1dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVGm6X_5II/AAAAAAAADVQ/v7bCXfIfSw8/s200/1dead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239171375834326146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Quick and the Dead&lt;/i&gt;, a Sam Raimi film, 1995, TriStar&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Gene Hackman, while as good as ever, must have needed the money. Sharon Stone needed something, I'm not sure what. A good film when you need a laugh. As for Leonardo DiCaprio, unfortunately he didn't stay dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVHJ5zPMHI/AAAAAAAADVY/syFAoggyeQo/s1600-h/1quigley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVHJ5zPMHI/AAAAAAAADVY/syFAoggyeQo/s200/1quigley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239171976975560818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quigley Down Under&lt;/i&gt;, a Simon Wincer film, 1990, Pathe&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Those who love big-bore guns and long-range shooting will love this film. Those who like Tom Selleck will like this film. I like both. I like Australia, too. I liked the hell out of this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVHtP1X4tI/AAAAAAAADVg/XVkvuOPNwgE/s1600-h/1redsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVHtP1X4tI/AAAAAAAADVg/XVkvuOPNwgE/s200/1redsun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239172584185520850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red Sun&lt;/i&gt;, a Terence Young film, 1993, UAV&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Toshiro Mifune. Charles Bronson. Ursula Andress. Swords and guns in the Old West. What more can you say? Mifune buffs will love it. I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVIT89c6KI/AAAAAAAADVo/hYztGybCk8g/s1600-h/1rutledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVIT89c6KI/AAAAAAAADVo/hYztGybCk8g/s200/1rutledge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239173249134028962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sergeant Rutledge&lt;/i&gt;, a John Ford film, 1960, Warner Bros.&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;John Ford was ahead of his time in the treatment of both subject matter {accusations of rape} and the historic role of blacks in the military. But the magnificent Woody Strode in the title role {along with his unsung work in &lt;a href="#professionals"&gt;The Professionals&lt;/a&gt; and other Westerns} makes this film a must-see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVI1wsIwpI/AAAAAAAADVw/wuGrD67dOrk/s1600-h/1shootist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVI1wsIwpI/AAAAAAAADVw/wuGrD67dOrk/s200/1shootist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239173829955732114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Shootist&lt;/i&gt;, a Don Siegel film&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardn&lt;br /&gt;Sabotaged by the decision to use Opie as his costar, Wayne allowed some of the brilliant possibilities of the book to slip away. [Read the book first.] Playing an old gunfighter dying of cancer, as he was himself, it's still a magnificent swansong to his career. Any regrets at what-might-have-been aside, if you like Wayne {and I surely do}, you have to see him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVJYlThirI/AAAAAAAADV4/GxbssnYfiD8/s1600-h/1silverado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVJYlThirI/AAAAAAAADV4/GxbssnYfiD8/s200/1silverado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239174428195130034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silverado&lt;/i&gt;, a Lawrence Kasdan film, 1985, Warner Bros.&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;A great homage to the Western film. Where else will you find Danny Glover and John Cleese {in a hilarious role as the town sheriff} in the same film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVJ9ciOxOI/AAAAAAAADWA/2xTLF2eMDUY/s1600-h/1tombstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVJ9ciOxOI/AAAAAAAADWA/2xTLF2eMDUY/s200/1tombstone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175061496055010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tombstone&lt;/i&gt;, a George Cosmatos film, 1993, Hollywood Pictures&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tombstone&lt;/i&gt; is one of two recent versions {the other is &lt;i&gt;Wyatt Earp&lt;/i&gt;, reviewed elsewhere} of what may or may not have happened at the OK Corral. This one has Kurt Russell as Earp and Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday. Russell doesn't know how to do low-key, and they keep asking him to. Kilmer is brilliant as Holliday {even though I liked Quaid's rendition better}. See them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVK-lCDYJI/AAAAAAAADWI/Ol_55T2LIU0/s1600-h/1grit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVK-lCDYJI/AAAAAAAADWI/Ol_55T2LIU0/s200/1grit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239176180468506770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt;, directed by Henry Hathaway, 1969, Paramount&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;John Wayne as Rooster Cogburn. If you can stand the wretched child they got to play alongside him, you'll love this film.&lt; It may be one of Wayne's best ever. (And the uncredited film debut of Wilfred Brimley, also a good thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVLsaOsoGI/AAAAAAAADWQ/dZxd1hpKAzA/s1600-h/1unforgiven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVLsaOsoGI/AAAAAAAADWQ/dZxd1hpKAzA/s200/1unforgiven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239176967842734178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Unforgiven&lt;/i&gt;, a Clint Eastwood film, 1992, Malpaso&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Clint Eastwood. Gene Hackman. Morgan Freeman. Tough. Mean. The last word on the hard men of the Old West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVMSwiYgoI/AAAAAAAADWY/CV9LKyhT_aM/s1600-h/1bunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVMSwiYgoI/AAAAAAAADWY/CV9LKyhT_aM/s200/1bunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239177626665910914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Wild Bunch&lt;/i&gt;, a Sam Peckinpah film, 1969, Warner Bros.&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;Peckinpah reinvents the Western. Sure, it's 1913. It's still the Old West in the minds of these guys. So what if they're using 1911s and Thompsons. A bank robbery on horseback is a Western, dammit. Be sure to look for the Old Man in the Mexican village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVMvynen0I/AAAAAAAADWg/5k47atlGjjQ/s1600-h/1earp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhbo_4_d6BE/SLVMvynen0I/AAAAAAAADWg/5k47atlGjjQ/s200/1earp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239178125440360258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wyatt Earp&lt;/i&gt;, a Lawrence Kasdan film, 1994, Warner Bros.&lt;br /&gt;Review by Henry Fardan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wyatt Earp&lt;/i&gt; is one of two recent versions {the other is &lt;i&gt;Tombstone&lt;/i&gt;, reviewed elsewhere} of what may or may not have happened at the OK Corral. Costner tries to play it emotional, and he doesn't know how. But Dennis Quaid is truly marvelous as Holliday. 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