Il giorno della vendetta

Last Train from Gun Hill has the star power to help back up a storyline that is, on the surface, seemingly too straightforward: a Marshall (Kirk Douglas) finds that his wife has been killed. When he finds out that it is the son of a cattle baron (Anthony Quinn), despite his old friendship with the baron, he decides to bring the son to justice, holding him by gunpoint in the town hotel until the train comes to take them off to jail- while the baron has his men outside with their guns poised. There's a touchy element to who the son (played as a snidely little kid in Earl Holliman) killed, which was that the Marshall's wife was a Native American. But more impressive in the script, and through John Sturges's steadfast professionalism, is how there's the tension between law and the personal, the immediate draw of a gun draw to solve anything, and the bitterness of real vengeance (watch Douglas's Marshall tell Rick about how he'll be the only one to hear his own brain cry out as he hangs dying, perfectly acted).

Although it's likely that Douglas and Sturges were in or made better westerns, this is the kind of work that doesn't age in much a way that cheapens the questions poised or the invigorating style. It's a fairly violent film too, with a couple of deaths by the train tracks at night all the more effective from the taunting build-up and the pay-off in one shotgun fired off, and always the threat much more tension-filled than the result. Granted, when a big fire ends up happening, it looks very much like it's on a sound-stage and without a whole lot of suspense (save for the typical but strong 'who will get the gun first' moment between the Marshall and Rick in the bedroom), but it's the ambiance of the characters, the dread over this dangerous mix of volatile father and townsman- a better than average Quinn without being too hammy- and a good man driven to vengeance in bad-ass Douglas, and the determined woman (Carolyn Jones) that makes it so compelling. There's even a slight feeling of unpredictability in the situation- in a town where reputation trumps what is good and decent, but also where emotions run high as can be, the stakes are high for chance.

By the very end it feels like it should be more formulaic, and there are bits where the dialog does come off as brawny ol' western genre jargon (look simply at some of the quotes on the IMDb page as example). But if you happen to come across it on TV one Sunday afternoon, as I did, it's worth the time to sit and get absorbed by a well done star vehicle.

In Last Train From Gunhill, there is no possibility of compromise between the characters, no easy resolution:

Craig Beldon (Anthony Quinn): `This is my son you're talking about.'

Matt Morgan (Kirk Douglas): `No, Craig. It's my wife we're talking about.'

Thankfully, the filmmakers did not choose to cheat the audience and followed through to the end.

This is an excellent and long underrated film that stands next to 3:10 to Yuma (which this film is very similar to, even sharing plots) and Shane as the best westerns of the 1950s. It is the darkest of all the physiological westerns of the time, and the startling opening to the film leaves these characters in this situation with no way out, no escape. There can be no happy ending to this film. Also, none of the other films of this type, the `noir' or `siege' westerns, included so many of the difficult realities of racism, class and political power, and domestic violence and how these realities complicate friendship, love, and society.

The characters of Morgan and Beldon are studies in contrast. Both rode together years before on the wrong side of the law, Beldon saving Morgan's life at one point. However, in their years apart they had developed very differently. Morgan has become a marshal in a small town, Pauly, whose wild past he helped to end. In his first scene he describes a gunfight that took place there eight years before to a group of boys. All the boys were born after the gunfight, after the town had settled down and become `civilized.' Morgan travels using the train or a buckboard, his outfit resembles a business suit and he even wears a (bola) tie. When his wife, a Cherokee woman, is raped and murdered, he swears to kill the culprits but here enters one of the complications in this film, one of the many that make it so interesting. Morgan is not simply a typical, heroic figure defending justice and order (like Cooper in High Noon), though he does represent these ideals. His use of the law is not simply an altruistic faith it's correctness but, in this case, is his chosen instrument of vengeance. He is going to Gunhill to capture the men responsible for his wife's death, men he will bring back to Pauly and, using the courts, the jury, and the scaffold, will kill them. In the movie's most chilling scene, Morgan describes to one of the handcuffed killers what it will be like when he is hung, enjoying the impact of his words on the man. While he gloats the viewer remembers that he is a good man, a father, marshall, a man you might know and would respect.

Beldon is a rancher who has `sewed up this entire country' and owns the town, `even the town council' and the sheriff. His values are masculine, he is always surrounded by men – his son and his ranch hands – and his wife is long dead. He thoroughly dominates his surroundings, his town. He can be incredibly generous to his few friends, incredibly demanding of his son, his lover, and his town. In Gunhill, he is the law, while Morgan only represents it.

Linda, Beldon's lover, returns to Gunhill on the same train that brings Morgan to town. She is returning from a hospital after Beldon had beat her:

Linda: `When he tells you dirty, lying stories about me, why do you believe him? Why don't you for once believe me?'

Beldon: `Because he's my son.'

She is only person in the town that will help Morgan, though her reasons are complex: sympathy, revenge against the son, an attempt to hurt the man she loves, the man that hurts her, that chooses to believe the lies of his son because they are his son's lies. Also, she is the only person in the town that will allow herself to feel the horror of the rape, murder, and siege. I find the attitudes and actions of the townspeople in this film more believable than that of those in High Noon. Here the town is unfeeling and hard, frightened about what would happen if they ever allowed themselves to empathize with the weak, rebel against Beldon. They mock Morgan with racist statements that denigrate his wife because it is easier for them to believe that she was "only an Indian", that her death really didn't matter, that her suffering was irrelevant.

The reason the film succeeds, in the end, is that it makes all of these flawed characters sympathetic and understandable. If they could avoid the conflict, they would. Unfortunately, the situation will not allow it.

The other characters are well drawn too, including the sheriff who insists on `taking the long view'; the viscous son Rick who the viewer cannot help but feel some sympathy for because he is so dominated by the father, swept along in his wake; and the reckless ranchhand Lee, who is loyal to the son and not the father.

The acting is great all around, particularly from Carolyn Jones, Quinn, and Douglas, the pairing of which was excellent. Both performances are intense and explosive, as is the film. Poe's script is excellent and Tiomkin provides a good score.

There have only been a few westerns since 1959 that have matched the complexity and substance of Last Train: Once Upon A Time In The West, The Great Silence, McCabe and Mrs. Miller, and Unforgiven. All of these films exploit the genre's tragic possibilities to the fullest and all are unforgettable. When I think of these films the eyes of Trintignant in the final scene of The Great Silence come to mind, or the way, in this film, that Douglas yells the name of his wife or Quinn, at the train station, yells that of his son. It is amazing that in the most popular and industrial of art forms, in the most basic of all genres, could be created films of such beauty and power.

Top-notch western drama of a sheriff on a vengeance quest to track down the men who murdered his wife. Kirk Douglas and Anthony Quinn are excellent as erstwhile friends who are on opposite sides of the dilemma facing them. The film is as much a mystery as a western and several interesting characters intersect the main plot which plays out at the town's train station at the close. Douglas, always intense and edgy is matched by Quinn's stubborn refusal to make the right moral choice. Carolyn Jones and Earl Holliman head a good cast of supporting actors in the tense drama which increases as the plot angles play out. Beautiful western vistas add to a great classic story.

Some say Rio Bravo, some the Searchers, some Shane for some reason. Everyone has an opinion about what the greatest 'classic' western (before the '60s when Leone and Peckinpah broke the old myths) is. I would have said High Noon for a while ago. Then I was home last evening, at a very cold and snowy winter day. I thought to look at a movie from TV and didn't care much what they were showing. It happened to be this masterpiece. And I was awe-struck.

The story tells about a sheriff (Kirk Douglas), whose Indian wife and a mother to his child is raped and murdered. He goes on to find the men who did it to the town of Gun Hill and finds out that the other of the men is the son of his old friend (Anthony Quinn). He has in time become the most powerful man of Gun Hill and won't let his son to be taken to the court for his actions.

This is a quite daring one for a fifties western. There's some blood and nudity here. And most of all, the sides aren't black and white, but rather shades of gray. The movie's most potent message is that you can't take a life, even a criminal, because there will be people who were close to him and his death will hurt them worse. Every life is valuable.

Kirk Douglas is good in the lead role. He bottles most of his emotions in, as probably anyone in his situation would. Better is Anthony Quinn, who essentially has to decide between his son and his best friend. He portrays anger, fear, anxiety and hopelessness great.

This became my favorite classic western. it's not Once Upon a Time in the West, but I loved to see so mature themes in such an old movie. It looks great too, they had wonderful set builders then.

***** The Best Part: The showdown at the Gun Hill railway station

John Sturges a number of the best movies ever made - The Great Escape, The Gunfight at O.K. Corral, the Magnificent Seven, and here is a great movie he made that doesn't get mentioned with the all-time greats as it should.

Kirk Douglas is outstanding as the uncompromising sheriff on a mission of revenge when his Native American wife is killed by the spoiled son of a lifelong friend. Anthony Quinn is excellent as the hardbitten rancher who respects Douglas' character more than anybody (and whose life he saved in their youth), but who behaves one as a protective father, and two as a man who is rich and powerful, and used to getting what he wants. Carolyn Jones is also great as a woman caught in the middle of the two men.

No cop-outs, no easily resolutions. Just a great movie with a great cast.