Project: 100 Westerns: Part Eleven: Red Sun; The Ride Back; Outland; Oblivion

Whoa Riders,

Ride along in High-Concept Country, we’ve got some more Project: 100 Westerns for yawl!

I typically use this space to tell you I selected movies at random, but this time, I was pretty purposeful in my picks — mash-ups and mindbenders!

Westerns are great fodder for mixed-genre stories. We see it all the time in sci-fi, but it appears in manga/anime, big-budget action, crime television, cartoons and so much more. I thought it might be neat to leap headlong into these types of movies and see how successful they can be through the iterations.


#40. Red Sun (1971)

“Now we’re even, though I’m a little more even than you.”

Sporting a cast of some of the biggest international stars at the time, Red Sun is an ambitious cultural mashup that explores the relationship between two men on different ends of the honor spectrum.

Charles Bronson plays Link, a scoundrel who is only redeemed by the nastiness of his partner, Gauche, played by Alain Delon. The two decide to rob a train teeming with gold, but in the process Gauche betrays Link and leaves him for dead, whilst also stealing a prized samurai sword from a Japanese ambassador. Upon awakening from his brush with death, Link is tasked by the ambassador to accompany his bodyguard Koruda (Toshirō Mifune) on the retrieval mission, to which Link reluctantly capitulates.

The cowboy/samurai adventure that ensues is a playful but sufficiently grave affair that uses the central tension of the two leads to keep the plot churning. Link and Koruda maneuver around each other while using their wiles and strengths in entertaining ways, and of course the theme of Mutual (Brotherly) Respect emerges toward the last act. Delon plays a fine baddie, sinister but with enough humanity to make his next action unknown and his beau, Christina (Ursula Andress), slips into the “prostitute with a heart of coal” role very well, too, adding to the turmoil and danger.

Additionally, like any Western worth its salt, the action/fight scenes are well done, as I’d expect from a Bronson-led movie. There’s some neat-o set pieces here, including the bloody final sequence in a burning cane field. The only real knock I have against the movie is the choice of a horde of Indians as the final antagonist. They present more as a force of nature than a group of humans, and there’s a real lack of agency since there are essentially no Native characters in the film.

This movie maybe is a little too cute for some, but I thought it was smart and well-made, and considering the close relationship between the Western and Samurai genres, it makes a lot of sense. I recommend simply on the cast and concept alone.


#41. The Ride Back (1957)

“When you ask questions you gotta wait for answers.”

I’m finding the “two frenemies go on a short trip together” trope to be quite popular in the Western genre. It makes sense, the conditions on the fictional frontier are hazardous and the populace generally untrustworthy. It works in movies like Red Sun and The Deadly Companions, though all three suffer from the same weak-tea “faceless Native” threat to inject danger into the plot.

The Ride Back, written by Antony Ellis (adapted from a Gunsmoke radio show by the same author) and directed by Allen H. Miner, follows a predictable tune but hits the notes hard: Hamish (William Conrad) is a sad-sack lawman tasked with returning accused murderer Kallen (Anthony Quinn) back to the town of Scottsville to stand trial. The two, both on missions of self-preservation, clash routinely, which transforms into reluctant camaraderie in the face of danger.

Despite lots of Spanish (sans subtitles) in the first half, this movie is easy to follow and enjoy. The story points are minimal, but where the film blossoms is in the performances and dialogue. Conrad plays the battered Hamish with a low-simmering intensity, closed-off but increasingly fidgety in the face of complications. Quinn shows off his acumen with a charm and bravado that fills the screen. This is another one of those films that portends the genre’s Revisionist era by switching up conventions and subverting expectations. The “hero” is somewhat pathetic in his determination and his opposite almost has you cheering for more crime. There’s a underlying humor to the adventure, as well, with the two sniping at each other freely.

I liked this cozy movie — a brisk Southwestern trek through the psyche of the Western protagonist/antagonist dynamic.


#42. Outland (1981)

In this Space Western loosely based on 1952’s High Noon, a Marshal assigned to a mining facility on a moon of Jupiter is the lone opposition against the corrupt heads of said facility. Sean Connery stars as W.T. O’Niel, a man trying to find his purpose in a morally depleted world. We’re not told too much about O’Niel, he’s a petty stereotypical cop-dude, but the nuances from Connery’s performance colors the edges of the character well.

As a Sci-fi movie, Outland falls short of “good”, its concepts are too dated and not overly imaginative. This is very much “hard” sci-fi — a work of fiction with firm roots in actual science — which, compared to the tales of aliens and time-travel, is tough to pull off in an entertaining way. As a Western, it barely qualifies, the fantastical cosmic imagery is diametric to the very earthen shots of ground and grass. But as a Sci-fi Western it soars. The isolation, the danger, the lethal indifference of the citizenry and the setting, it’s all there, and done very well.

Connery shines as the curt and direct O’Niel, and he has two great scene partners: the ornery Dr. Lazarus (Frances Sternhagen) and Con-Amalgamated boss Mark Sheppard (Peter Boyle). Lazarus is mostly used to drop exposition and to talk through ideas, but damn are her cutting one-liners golden. Sheppard is the prime antagonist, the figurehead of corporate greed and apathy, and you can almost see this character/actor flourishing as a Bond villain in Connery’s previous cinematic endeavors.

The specter of dystopia and the cruelty of the environs infuse the movie with a sense of dread that is felt in the halls of the mining rig and found in the tired eyes of our characters. I think of this movie existing in the same universe as the Alien franchise, it shares the sooty retro-futuristic look and the themes of a dreary corporate bureaucracy which gobbles up the common man’s soul. Writer/director Peter Hymans massaged a fantastic remake out of a classic Western, and it amounts to one of my favorite Project: 100 viewings.


#43. RiffTrax: Oblivion (1994/2017)

Imagine all the conventions and imagery of a sci-fi movie violently blasted onto the canvas of a quaint horizon depicting a sun setting over the Rockies. That’s Oblivion.

“Ambitious” is a kind way to put it. There is just too, too much going on in this movie which lists least people five under the “Story By” or “Written By” credits, including fame scribe Peter David. I can’t even succinctly relay it here, it’s so jumbled in focus and feel and leans so heavily on the language of its parent genres it feels insincere.

Of course, I expected a bad product when I fired this up because it’s a project by RiffTrax, a Mystery Science Theater 3000 offshoot that roasts poorly assembled movies as they unfold. The boys do not disappoint in their savagery. George Takei never stood a chance!

From the poor acting (you’ll cringe toward infinity from Julie Newmar’s belabored cat noises), to the absurd set design (ceiling fans count as futuristic, right??) there’s fertile ground here to mock. Even more transgressions: random ass side characters with paper-thin personalities, grueling meandering in and around low-budget locales, off-brand Muppets, boring stereotypes, random ass quotes from other movies and the gall to flash a “To Be Continued” message before the end credits.

That said, there’s a nugget or two of a good idea here, but as comic writer Dan Slott has put it: this suffers from “too many mojos”. It’s like a slapdash campfire story where each kid around the circle adds a little bit of their own favorite lore and passes it to the next. Lizard-man banditos? Empath lawmen? Robotic justice-bringers? Focus on one of these ideas and maybe it works. Throw them all in a pot and forget the seasoning? That’s how you fuck up a meal.


We’ve got another new short coming debuting on November 4th, 2025! Please make a return trip at that time, and remember to pass along our comics to likeminded Western fans!

 

Westward!

 

~Jamil

Project: 100 Westerns: Part One: Barbarosa, Campañeros and Decision at Sundown

Over the next twelve months I’m going to attempt to watch 100 Western flicks.

The math is simple, right? Two a week should get me there. That’s not too crazy. Right?

I’ve seen a good number of Westerns. Not as much as your dad, likely, but more than the next 30-something dude from urban Appalachia, There’s still so many out there. Studios cranked out copious Old West-set films for about four decades. Nearly one in four movies that came out in the 50s and 60s was in the genre, and they’re still pumping them out today in the Neo-Western style. Speedrunning the catalogue could be considered stupidly ambitious, but it’ll be fun to see how the art of storytelling has changed, adapted and evolved over the decades.

No particular rhyme or reason to my picks. I’m just throwing darts at what’s interesting, mostly stuff I’ve never seen, however many selections will be favorites or something I’d like to give another shot. If you have suggestions, let me know!


#1. Barbarosa (1982)

I watched this one after seeing it mentioned on reddit as one of the best 80s Westerns. It was a super average, but deserves at least one watch from any aficionado.

Willie Nelson and Gary Busey do a sort of buddy outlaw thing, menacing folks through Texas and Mexico. Both men’s families are thirsty for revenge and it’s a little ambiguous how justified it is.

Busey is made for the role of slightly likeable bumpkin, and Willie is sublime as the sly road agent type. The tone of the movie never settles, it’s got brutal imagery and nasty protagonists yet is pretty lighthearted overall. Not a lot of great lines in the movie but there are a few laughs. The cinematography is really good; the vast beauty of Texas sets the mood.

The ending is rad. The execution wasn’t great but I loved how they played up the ongoing mystique of Barbarosa (did he deflect a bullet with his face there at the beginning?) while making him relatable to the viewer. Overall, pretty good but somewhat short of remarkable. It’s worth a watch for Willie alone


#2. Campañeros (1970)

This one practically comes with a side of garlic bread

The acclaimed Django director/actor combo reunite in this fun Spaghetti Western that also features familiar faces Tomas Milian and Jack Palance. The buddy movie genre, comedy to drama, lends itself really well to Westerns. There’s so much space for eccentric characters, and there’s a bunch of them here.

Franco Nero plays “Penguin”, a well-dressed, Stockholm-born rogue, and Milian is “Vasco” a crass Mexican rebel. They team up to track down (and eventually jailbreak) a preachy professor so they can open a safe containing the town of San Bernardino’s “wealth”.

Both men are avowed assholes, and it’s fun to watch them bounce that energy off each other. Vasco is bit of a dunce, but earnest and capable. The Penguin is played extremely well by Nero, whose every phrase and gesture is dripping in gentle smarm. They’re a great odd couple — Vasco is a killer and fiend in a way necessitated by his environment, the Swede very much has sought out a life of crime and chaos.

We need to discuss Palance’s character… An American simply named “John”, Palance uses his Skeletor visage to build Bond-villain aura around the film’s prime villain. He’s got an absurd haircut, a pet hawk, a wooden hand, a bunch of joints and an absolutely inexplicable accent. He tortures Vasco by  strapping a rodent to his torso! It’s a crazy role for a guy essentially doing his second tour through film acting at this point in his career. Loved it.

The slick direction by Sergio Corbucci shapes Campañeros and makes it quality. But wow is this thing Italian. The dubbing is rough, and there’s a lot of regional accent and gestures slipping through, breaking immersion. Some of the background and secondary actors, oh my. The script is surprisingly strong though, and just when you’d expect an unimpressive petering off the final act slams the viewer with a series of cool and earned moments.

Oh and that soundtrack hits harrrd.

A pretty good movie, very representative of the time and place it was made. A little goofy at parts but it gets points for the general depth of the characters


#3. Decision at Sundown (1957)

 

In this heyday Western, Randolph Scott plays against type as a man lusting for revenge, inadvertently freeing the town of Sundown from the grasp of big boss Tate Kimbrough. It’s a something of a stomach churner, lots of bad feelings and angry words fly between Kimbrough (played by John Carroll) and Scott’s Bart Allison, and while the movie fails in spots it represents a bridge between the Classic Western and the soon forthcoming Revisionist era. 

With plenty of shooting and pageantry, Decision at Sundown hits all the notes of the genre: good sets and costumes, ultra-competent acting and an eye toward a dynamic plot. It’s what you’d expect from a Budd Boetticher film, and for fans of the Ranown series it’d make for a nice watch on a Sunday afternoon. 

The movie sputters at the start, with the central drama not fully surfacing until the 2nd act. The thorny Bart Allison smolders and steams in the general direction of Kimbrough and then tries to disrupt his wedding, eventually revealing that the businessman courted his wife while Allison was at war, broke her heart and drove her to suicide.

This conflict is purposely gray and murky. After some gunplay and a lot of posturing, more details are unleashed on the viewer, and it sort of comes down to the theory that Allison’s wife Mary was maybe a bit of a ho-bag and their marriage wasn’t strong in any way that counted. 

This core premise is interesting and flips many of the conventions built by the genre over 20-30 years. An angry man rides into a small town looking for retribution and you expect his cause to be clear and just, but in Decision at Sundown, everything is distorted through the lens of perspective. Was Kimbrough a vile womanizer or just a dapper lady-killer? The movie sort of lets you in on the truth, but remains nebulous on what really went down between Mary and the two leads. 

It’s here the true flaw of the ambitious script appears. Mary is never given a voice, the viewer is denied a hint of what it was like on her side. Allison’s partner Sam, the only other character who knew Mary, certainly intimates that Mary wasn’t a great wife and the marriage was troubled, but we have very little inkling of her perspective. With her voice, I think this could have been a much better piece on the inadequacies of frontier justice. 

The real thing tying this together are the leads’ performances. Scott slides into the gray hat role extremely well, demonstrating his talent in bringing the truth of a character to the forefront. I thought Caroll matched him, taking the presumed antagonist and playing it with subtleness that questions the allegations against him. The two lead female roles, Lucy (Karen Steele), the daughter of a prominent townsperson and a babe, and Ruby (Valerie French), Kimbrough’s scorned-yet-loyal side piece, round out the male hostility with a woman’s touch and rationality. But other than that, many of the tertiary characters fail to impress. 

I liked this movie for its gusto but it was a touch before its time. The intent, commendable. Execution, eh. 


That is it for this first entry of Project: One Hundred Westerns, see you Januarary 6th, 2025 with the next All-True Outlaw comic!

Westward!

 

~Jamil