Rancho Deluxe

My favorite "modern" western with a great cast, solid story line and plenty of laughs. Music in the background by Jimmy Buffet is a delight. Not a serious, complicated story but one that is interesting enough to make you stick around and enjoy the performances of Bridges, Waterston, Ashley, Dallas and Pickins. Slim's line after he cuts out the slug that downed a steer out on the cold Montana range, (he identifies the bullet as coming from a 50 caliber Sharps rifle) "This is startin' to git downright romantic!" is a hoot. Sexy Charlene Dallas playing her role as the innocent niece made me want to see more of her. To top it all are the great wide open spaces of Montana as backdrop to the film. The ideal movie to view on a weekend afternoon with lots of popcorn and a cold glass, or hot cup of your favorite beverage.

Genuine sleeper. Was there ever anyone better at playing a "good ole' boy" than the Hollywood-bred Jeff Bridges. Here he's an upper-class dropout turned Montana cattle rustler, of all things. When he and Indian partner Sam Waterston aren't shooting steers or cavorting with the girls, they're making plans for their Rancho Deluxe where they'll retire in luxury. That is, if inept rancher Clifton James doesn't catch them first. Back in my old Saturday matinée days, rustlers rode horses and captured whole herds, while ranchers gathered in posses and tracked them down. Not now. Instead the boys ride in pickups and chainsaw the steer where it drops, while the two-man posse gets a bird's eye view from a helicopter, not that it does rancher James any good.

Chuckles galore in this crafty screenplay that manages some neat twists and a whole truck load of colorful characters. There's James's wife (Ashley), sort of a slick Montana version of Lady Chatterley, along with lucky ranch hand Harry Dean Stanton who makes first-class use of a skinny aspen tree. Then there's broken-down cattle detective Slim Pickens. You know, the guy last seen riding Dr. Strangelove's A-bomb into the smithereens of a Soviet city, along with comely daughter Charlene Dallas who's also an occasional virgin. I hope whoever did the sharp-eyed casting here got a bonus. They certainly deserved one.

Actually, my favorite part is when Waterston gets together on a lake bank with wise, old Dad. Now, I was always told that drink was the curse of the working class, or maybe it was work itself. Anyhow, not so, says Dad, at least not so in Montana. Instead, says Dad, Montana's curse is the pickup truck. Everybody stays broke because everybody has to have one. Get a few bucks and what do they do—they buy a pickup, afford it or not. In fact, the state is being impoverished and overrun by these 4-wheel critters. Anyway, it's a humorous and apparently incisive observation from novelist McGuane himself.

Then too, for those who've ever wondered where the store-bought flies so beloved by fishermen come from, the movie answers the burning question. And speaking of shotgun marriage, watch Bridges teach the interlopers a lesson in bedroom manners in a humorous bit that stands expectation on its head. All in all, the 90 minutes remains an oddball and unromantic look at the modern frontier. But with the clever script and colorful characters, the movie also amounts to a light-hearted and slyly understated treat.

I liked "Rancho Deluxe," although it wasn't double-over-with-laughter funny, it had its moments. The film reminded me of many Peckinpah films since it touched on the "new money" meets "western ways" conflict Peckinpah examined in many movies, particularly in the comedy "The Ballad of Cable Hogue." Indeed, Jack and Cecil are rather anachronistic with their "profession" of cattle rustling, or killing rather, and it was if they were TRYING to get caught. I mean, if you're rustling, wouldn't you just swipe the cow off the range in a trailer instead of SHOOTING it? Interesting to see Waterston as somewhat of anti-authority figure--I say "somewhat" because amidst the wackos in the movie, no one is really an authority--these people would stumble over their own shadows. Enjoyable, and definitely a beer-and-popcorn time passer.

Rancho Deluxe is a western comedy starring Jeff Bridges and Sam Waterston. This movie was filled with interesting couples. First, we meet Jack (Jeff Bridges) and Cecil (Sam Waterston), friends looking for their way in the West. Jack is an easy going kid, looking for the easy road in life. Cecil is the brains of the duo and is fiercely proud of his Indian heritage. Together they make quite a pair. In and interesting scene we learn a bit more about their backgrounds and find Jack comes from an extremely well-off family and Cecil's father is a proud Indian too. This helps to understand them better. The next couple are the girlfriends, Betsy and Mary. They are just as quirky as their boyfriends. And the dialogue between the girls, is as funny as the guys, and makes you believe they really are sisters. Next is duo, John and Carla Brown. They are former beauty shop owners, who now own a ranch. Silly cowhands, Kurt and Burt, are the next two interesting characters. And lastly there is Uncle Henry (Slim Pickens) and niece Laura. They come and stay at the Browns' ranch to help solve the mystery of the movie. Which is, who is killing John Browns' cattle? Uncle Henry is nothing short of hysterical as he appears to be doing nothing to help solve the crime he was hired to solve. Niece, Laura, is not as dumb as she is playing either.

Mix all these colorful couples together along with a mystery to be solved and you have Rancho Deluxe. The best part is that none of the characters seem to take themselves too seriously with the exception of John Brown. He seems to be the only one not to be in the jokes of the movie. And this makes his role even funnier. So, relax and enjoy Rancho Deluxe and watch everyone get what they deserve in this fun western.

There are three edit-versions I've seen of this. Best is the uncut. Another removes a small sex bit with Patti D'Arbanville topless but it's fine anyway. Another takes out many funny parts for "moral transgressions", loses the whole movie, and shouldn't be seen at all. I won't name those cable stations that show it. This is an important movie. Sam ("Killing Fields") Waterston and Jeff Bridges both really got their careers rolling in this. Slim Pickens climaxed his great body of work. Harry Dean Stanton revived his career. Director Frank ("The Swimmer") Perry got it right, grainy and relaxed like a home movie. Most laid back and brilliant, wit abounds, the scenery stuns, and it makes you feel good. A delight, at least for us of the Baby Boomer generation.