Terreur au Texas

There's a lot more to this little Western than the cheap thrills the title might suggest. The film itself may have been made in black and white, but the off-beat story is shot through with shades of moral grey. Indeed, I'm not sure that it would be entirely baseless to describe it as an implicit indictment of US society.

This picture uses familiar Western stereotypes - the corrupt sheriff, the land-greedy tycoon, the sinister hired gun - in a depiction that subtly undercuts much of the entire genre. I don't think it's too far-fetched to see the long shadow of McCarthy over the townspeople who allow themselves to be cowed and driven off one at a time, only to turn at last as a mob not on the man who bribed their silence, but on the outsider employed as a tool to do his dirty work.

(Having just read the IMDB entry for this film and discovered that the scriptwriter was himself blacklisted by the McCarthy regime, I'm now almost certain I was not imagining this!)

The whole story is framed by that final confrontation and the flashbacks (?flash-forwards?) that follow under the opening titles. After all, it's not every Western that features a man walking the length of Main Street to face down his father's killer... with a harpoon. This one *opens* with that image!

But as we catch up with the flash-back scenes in real-time we soon realise that things are not as they seem. This is no standard Western, there are no stand-up gunfights and no galloping horses; the only quick-draw we see is performed under duress as a humiliating party-trick. Virtue is not rewarded and those who make a stand on principle only suffer thereby. The hired killer is an aging gunman whose trade has lost him the use of his good right hand; the dogged hero is no cowboy or plains drifter but a seaman from a Swedish whaler, and the script makes it very clear just what value he can place on American justice.

Inexorably, driven by the sinister jaunty little tune of the theme music, the story winds on until we reach again that final face-down - and now the close-ups make sense, and they are not what we thought they were. That man with the moustache is not the sheriff; that blonde is not the hero's girl; the crowd is not spilling out of a saloon.

And it is not any longer, for me at least, the clear-cut question of good and evil the genre has led us to expect. When it is all over - when the shots are called and the dice are down - the crowd pours past the Swede without a backward glance. Society doesn't want to know; doesn't want to face its own complicity. It wants a scapegoat to sacrifice, and for life to go on.

Morally, this film is very far from black and white. If it is a B-movie, then it is by far more unsettling than the vast majority of cheap and cheerful productions made in that budget. I cannot imagine what its intended audience must have made of it. Am I the only viewer to find myself drawn as much to the cold-blooded, isolated 'villain' as to the nominal hero?

Peace-loving Sven Hanson is one of a number of farmers whom Ed McNeil (Sebastian Cabot) wants to run off their land because he knows there's oil on it . While McNeil's gunfighter , Johnny Crale (Nedrick Young) commits grisly killings against villagers and countrymen . Then , Hanson's friend Pepe Mirada (Victor Millan) hides his knowledge of the killer's identity in order to protect his family . When George Hanson (Robert Mitchum) arrives in Prairie City and takes up his dad's cause , not only Mirada but also Johnny Crale start changing their minds . When the Texas Plains Ran With Blood and Black Gold! Harpoon against Six-Gun! A savage duel!..For The Black Gold That Flowed Under The Blood-Drenched Land! Harpoon against Six-Gun !...in the most savage duel the ever ripped the Texas.

An interesting time-passer , where snappy and engaging dialog run through-out . This notable , meaty Western contains attractive plot , intrigue , a fine ensemble cast , along with a non-traditional , minimalistic soundtrack and resulting to be entertaining enough . It starts with the opening credits : The characters and incidents portrayed and the names used herein are fictitious and any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely accidental and unintentional . Outstanding Western balances action , suspense and drama ; being probably one of the strangest Western in the fifties and sixties . It's a classical recounting about a strange visitor who is really an expert harpoon thrower surrounded by cowards and frightening people . The highlights of the film are the climatic shootouts , and , of course , the final showdown between the harpoonist and the gunslinger . The traditional story and exciting screenplay was well written by Dalton Trumbo , who often used pseudonyms as Ben Perry or Millard Kauffman , that's why he had been blacklisted as a subversive , being pursued by House Un-American Activities Committee o House Committee on Un-American Activities or HUAC during the McCarthy Red Scare time . The enjoyable tale is enhanced for interesting moments developed among main characters and especially on the peculiar relationships among the main characters played by Robert Mitchum , Nedrick Young , Carol Kelly and Sebastian Cabot . Magnificently performed by Robert Mitchum as a Swedish whaler is out for vengeance when he finds out that a greedy oil man murdered his father for their land , while their enemies start reevaluating their attitudes . Mitchum is an awesome expert in the art of conjuring sensational acting without overacting , here he's joined with other nice players , in this atypical but thought-provoking western with a lot of reflection , distinguished moments and dramatical attitudes , in addition a multitude of entertaining situations . Top-notch plethora of secondary actors playing vicious, sadistic sociopaths who take advantage of the frightened townspeople , such as Sebastian Cabot and Nedrick Young . Furthermore , the unknown Carol Kelly , Eugene Martin and the regular secondary Frank Ferguson .

A well made film with perfect cinematography in black and white by Ray Rennahan . As well as atmospheric , exciting musical score by composer by Gerald Fried , it is competently performed , no strings or other big orchestra elements , but consisting of mostly solo horn , trumpet , tympanic sounds , acoustic guitar and percussion. Masterfully directed by Joseph H Lewis who chooses all the right angles for a real impact and never puts a wrong foot . Lewis was a B craftsman who directed a lot of films of all kinds of genres with a penchant for Noir movies, with his masterpiece : Gun Crazy , as he made Drama, Thriller, Action, Western , such as Terror in a Texas town, 7th cavalry, The Halliday brand, A lawless street, Cry of the hunted, Retreat hell, Desperate search , A lady without passport, The undercover man, So dark the night, My name is Julia Ross, The mad doctor of Market Street, The gang of mine and his greatest hits were The Big Combo and Gun Crazy . Rating 7/10. Better than average . Essential and indispensable watching for Robert Mitchum fans and Western aficionados .

This is the last film from western and crime movie specialist, Lewis. It`s the complete opposite of what you would expect from the title, a slow and character-driven film, beautifully shot in high contrast black and white. Cabot is especially good as a complex and troubled baddie. The final shootout comes as a complete surprise (I won`t tell you.) Recommended to Western fans.

When people discuss the Western in the 50s, the richest decade of the genre, they invariably cite Anthony Mann, Budd Boetticher, THE SEARCHERS or RIO BRAVO . Only the specialised, however, will single out Joseph H. Lewis. A LAWLESS STREET electrifies a banal story with inventive technique. TERROR, though, is something else. I have watched hundreds of Westerns, and I can safely say that this is the most remarkable pre-Peckinpah/Leone effort I've seen. It may not be as rich as the above-mentioned, but its formal daring is unparalleled.

Like Mann, Lewis came to the Manichean world of the Western from film noir, a genre defined by its moral ambiguity. The opening sequence is the most astonishing of any Western (except THE WILD BUNCH, of course), and cleverly complicates everything that follows. It starts with the shoot-out, an innovative device, but one of the combatants carries a large pike. His opponent, face unseen, taunts him. The scene is highly charged, even if we don't know why.

The result of this sequence is cut, and we get the opening credits, featuring an elliptical series of scenes, some lyrically pastoral, others brutally violent, none making any narrative sense because we don't know the story yet. The film proper hurtles us into a violent arson attack. So in the first five minutes, the viewer is assaulted by sensation and violence. There are none of the reassuring signifiers of the traditional Western - noble music (the score here is as bizarre, inventive and parodic as any Morricone spaghetti); John Wayne or Henry Fonda above the title; contextually explanatory intertitles. We have no idea what is going on, we are left staggered, breathless, excited, reeling.

What follows is an explanation of these events. But the unforgettable effect lingers, and colours what seems to be a traditional Western story - big business trying to muscle in on small farmers. The most interesting figure is not the hero, Sterling Hayden, a gentle man forced by circumstance to find savage violence in himself (and saddled with a ridiculous, faltering Swedish accent, but little character), but the villain. In many ways he is the archetypal baddie - dressed in black, a gun for hire, snarling, brutal with women. But he is also a complex psychological portrait - a once great shot, now a cripple, lush and impotent. The familiar story is subverted to become the tragedy of an evil man. The film's surface detective element - who killed Hayden's father - is subsumed thematically by the investigation into this fascinating character (we know early on who killed him anyway).

Stylistically, Lewis turns the Western, traditionally about open spaces, new frontiers, hope, escape, into a bitter male melodrama about entrapment, failure and death. The stark, clear visuals are as beautiful and aesthetically exciting as THE OX-BOW INCIDENT, another morbid masterpiece. The disturbing editing, and exagerrated compositions seem to belong more to Nouvelle Vague deconstructions than a Hollywood Western. Almost as awesome as GUN CRAZY, this is provocative proof that Lewis was a great director.

This strange, surreal film is unique among westerns of the era. While it contains most of the standard western clichés, every cliché has a twist. The music is bizarre and often doesn't seem to fit, but that just adds to the offbeat feel. The acting is odd but perfectly suited to the film. Hayden's take on a Swedish accent and speech patterns bounces from realistic to annoying to non-existent, but his performance is excellent, as is Cabot's. The story is riddled with moral dilemmas that give it surprising depth. Don't be fooled into thinking this is just another B western. This movie has a quality that is difficult to describe. Strangely great.