Demon Speaking yesterday told me he had never seen Appaloosa, a film that we love them both, and I said that once I made a post that never hung up. As she wanted to write their impressions, I searched my hard drive, and it is this:
That the western is a genre that "it is not" we all know. There is no doubt that its heyday has passed and that in all probability no not recover the splendor of the past. (Incidentally, I wonder if the decline of the western, the quintessential American movie genre, it also will hand the decline of American cinema in general). But probably by the character of outmoded, westerns from time to time on the screens tend to have a quality not abundant in other movies. They are like the last echo of a melodíaa verge of extinction, a final beautiful and delicate eco-tasting failure and turn off lights. Sometimes they are sad memories of a vanishing world (CHT MLXC Dances with Wolves ). Sometimes a powerful and rough line that puts an end to a story without horizon possible. ( Unforgiven ). Appaloosa is the first type. An intimate story, almost as though the great outdoors, with a very slow tempo, despite its share of chases, gunshots and duels, made of silences, glances and barely hondísimos feelings show through in short sentences and blunt as its two protagonists.
The argument is less important and it seems a collection of moles of the genre: A rancher Disp ; tico and powerful Randall Bragg (Jeremy Irons) has frightened the people of Appaloosa. Engage citizens while the "agent" Virgil Cole (Ed Harris) and his friend Everett Hitch (Viggo Mortensen) to impose the law. They get it but then comes Allison, a widow who dazzles Virgil. And of course, Randall Bragg is not satisfied and plans his revenge. Nothing we have not seen a hundred times, including persecution and mourning in dusty streetsiexcl that they are bought glasses and non-3D, as is so-so film "modeln" - which distorts your vision!
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