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Yeah. It's a Western. But Does Viggo Get Naked?


Appaloosa / John Williams

Take a typical western’s plot. By which I mean, take Appaloosa’s plot: A wrong is committed. The wrong must be avenged. The wrong is difficult to avenge, so the job will require a flinty, principled man who puts nothing above The Avenging. The man is, it hardly needs saying, outnumbered. Badly. And even with The Avenging at the top of his to-do list, said man will have to make some awfully tough decisions along the way. Some of these decisions will place the lives of innocent people in the balance. This man might have a short temper, but he is essentially Decent and Good. Don’t expect him to talk about his feelings, because, as the poster for Appaloosa makes clear: “Feelings get you killed.”

This might make the film under review sound like a generic western, but that’s only because it is. You just have to ask yourself, is a generic western preferable to a generic romp through the afterlife starring Greg Kinnear, or a generic “romantic” “comedy” starring Dane Cook, or a generic middle-age melodrama starring Richard Gere, Diane Lane, and a pack of wild horses on a beach?

Perhaps I’m leading the jury.

Based on a novel by Robert B. Parker, Appaloosa is set in the titular town in the 1880’s. Randall Bragg (Jeremy Irons) is an outlaw who lives outside of Appaloosa the way a vulture lives above a crippled horse, visiting from time to time with his henchmen to stir up trouble both severe (murder) and harmless-but-icky (gleefully urinating on the floor of a bar). When a marshal and two of his men go to Bragg’s ranch to make an arrest, the only thing they get for their trouble is killed.

Enter The Avenger(s). The town leaders call on two freelance lawmen to restore order, and if the dirt roads and swinging-door saloons and subtitle reading “New Mexico Territory, 1882” hadn’t clued us in yet, we know we’re in a western because the men are named Virgil Cole (Ed Harris) and Everett Hitch (Viggo Mortensen). The two intimidating sharpshooters fend off trouble with Bragg and his crew, and do silent battle for the affections of Allie French (RenĂ©e Zellweger), a newcomer to Appaloosa and, from all appearances, one of only two even remotely attractive women in town, the other of whom is a prostitute. The plot focuses on Virgil’s dual goals of bringing Bragg to justice and making a faithful partner of Allie. (Everett concedes the silent battle to his buddy almost immediately.) Neither is an easy task, and both strands of the story have just enough twists to keep things interesting.

The three main principals in Appaloosa fit the genre well. Harris’ face is as angular and weathered as any mesa, and from his steely blue eyes could very well emanate Lasers of Justice. Mortensen has a soulful, world-weary gaze, and he looks remarkably comfortable in antiquated facial hair. Zellweger is perfectly suited for westerns, because even at rest her squinty face gives the appearance of someone withstanding a fierce dust storm.

The story is told, subtly, from Everett’s perspective, and Mortensen gives the most touching, convincing performance as the right-hand man who smothers his own desires in order to please the boss. You get the sense that he isn’t holding himself back from Allie just because Virgil could shoot a kernel of corn off his head from a hundred yards. His loyalty to Virgil is real, and of course, per western mythos, the relationship between the two men is far deeper and central to the story than anything Allie can offer.

Westerns are so numerous by now, and the way of life they depict so increasingly outdated even in the hinterlands, that filmmakers have to be careful. Follow the formula too closely and they risk boredom. Make a wrong move or two and the whole thing might look like the lobby of a new theme hotel in Vegas. Harris, settling into the director’s chair for the first time since Pollock, gets the essentials right — the stirring confrontations, the freighted decisions, the stunning sunset vistas. His missteps come when he tries to freshen things with humor. Virgil’s habit of relying on Everett to complete his sentences with multisyllabic words that escape him is not terribly funny the first time, and terribly unfunny the third. Likewise, the pacing of the scene when a shy Virgil and Everett first meet Allie seems meant to accommodate laughs, a flaw in planning.

Appaloosa is far from a must-see — aside from those vistas, the whole thing would look just as good on cable — but it’s a could-see, and as we adults get our legs back under us after the Big Wheel marathon that is the American summer movie season, that feels like plenty.

John Williams lives in Brooklyn. He’s a freelance writer. He blogs at A Special Way of Being Afraid.


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Comments

Great as my love for Viggo is; much as I would hope to see him naked...there is just nothing that could ever drag me to a western which includes RZ. Unless, of course, she got shot dead in the first five minutes.

Posted by: Cindy at September 23, 2008 1:09 PM

Was done w/Zellweger after the first promo pic.

How the never-ending face-scrunch isn't a liability for her in supposed diverse roles boggles the mind.

Alongside Charlize Theron, she is weak sauce.

Posted by: Recondite at September 23, 2008 1:10 PM

Viggo Mortenson: Check
Ed Harris: Check
Jeremy Irons: Check
Leather chaps on above mentioned men: Check
Nice review from Williams (never known for steering me wrong): Check
Renee Zellweger: Huh?

It's as if it's the last night of the Dem's Convention and Obama picks Palin as his running mate. What. The. Fuck.

Em, does Viggo ever get naked? That might be worth suffering the Zellweger for.

Posted by: PaddyDog at September 23, 2008 1:11 PM

I was in a waiting room with Renee Zellweger once. It was dead silent and I swear, you could hear the sound of her face collapsing in on itself. Those Photon Projectile Whatchamafricks could save a lot of money and just study the advancement of the black hole that'll inevitably draw her face inside out, causing a miniscule tear in the time-space continuum.

The election doesn't matter - the monstrosities that come through that wormhole once her head disappears are the real problem...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at September 23, 2008 1:24 PM

I guess I do think Zellweger is a little funny looking, but I don't particularly care. What I DO care about is the fact that as an actor, she's dead inside. Even when she's attempting to emote, she's bringing absolutely nothing of value to the screen. There's nothing she can do that dozens can't do better. I simply don't understand the compulsion to continue casting her.

THAT SAID... I'll probably see this because I love westerns, I love Ed Harris, I love Viggo, and I'm always interested to see which Jeremy Irons shows up: The brilliant actor, or the dude from Dungeons and Dragons.

Posted by: TK at September 23, 2008 1:30 PM

Yeah, but does Viggo get naked?

I'll probably see this movie (in the theaters) because I love Jeremy Irons and worship at Viggo Mortensen's toes (also, I have no friends), so it's good to know it's passably decent (like I'd care either way).

Also, I think Renee Zelwegger died after the filming of Empire Records and they've been using a Real Doll of her body ever since.

Posted by: Ava at September 23, 2008 1:37 PM

You said titular. hehehehe

Posted by: BWeaves at September 23, 2008 1:39 PM

I also love Ed Harris, TK. I suspect I may love him slightly more than you do, however. Unless, of course, your love for him includes wanting to let him tie you down and do filthy things to you while he says even filthier things in that voice of his. If that's the case, I suppose we shall have to duel for stalking privileges. You're almost a foot taller than me, but I'm not worried. I fight dirty.

Posted by: Sarina at September 23, 2008 1:40 PM

Wasn't RZ's last film a western, too?

Posted by: eliza at September 23, 2008 1:40 PM

Saw this on Friday night - the chemistry between Harris and Mortensen is the reason to see it. Viggo's performance is especially good, to the point where you forget it's him. Of course, he's very good at that, which is why he's one of my favorite actors.

So I recommend it, even though Viggo stays clothed.

Posted by: Ginger at September 23, 2008 1:43 PM

That would be "principals."

Posted by: brm at September 23, 2008 1:46 PM

This would mark the second time Ed Harris has played a character named Virgil (first time was The Abyss). That has to be some kind of record.

Posted by: TylerDFC at September 23, 2008 1:50 PM

and I'm always interested to see which Jeremy Irons shows up: The brilliant actor, or the dude from Dungeons and Dragons.

Truer words have never been spoken. Although not a fan of RZ or westerns, I'll only watch this for the three leads. Cuz they rock. If my barroom stall door swung the other way, I'd have posters of them on my wall.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at September 23, 2008 1:53 PM

Although this does sound like an attempt to recreate Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at September 23, 2008 1:55 PM

I have had a deep and abiding love for all things Ed Harris since 'The Right Stuff', which we had on VHS in the 80's and I watched until it decomposed. I am glad to see him still pushing into new territory and making good movies.

Posted by: Lindsey at September 23, 2008 1:58 PM

I see anything related to this movie and I immediately pass out into my horrific dream world, which as of late consists of werewolves impaling people on fences and my roommate blowing random dudes.

If I want Ed Harris, I'll turn on The Abyss and watch him punch Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio in the face. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiight!"

Posted by: Julie at September 23, 2008 2:04 PM

The chemistry between Harris and Mortensen was excellent in History of Violence, so I expect it was natural for them to work together again here. I actually think they look rather father- and-son-ish with those adorable craggy faces and lean bodies and bewitching eyes.....and sorry I need to step out of the room for a minute.

Posted by: PaddyDog at September 23, 2008 2:05 PM

From now on, I'm going to start every "To Do" list with "The Avenging."

Thank you. All the puzzle pieces of my life have now clicked into place.

Posted by: Wednesday at September 23, 2008 2:28 PM

"If my barroom stall door swung the other way, I'd have posters of them on my wall."
hahahah, that's priceless.


Posted by: Stella at September 23, 2008 2:47 PM

Also, Viggo + Ed = Stella will be in her bunk until further notice.

Posted by: Stella at September 23, 2008 2:48 PM

Well, John, as long as you're giving us the choice, I'll take the "generic middle-age melodrama starring Richard Gere, Diane Lane, and a pack of wild horses on the beach" option.

Let the ladies have their Ed Harris & Viggo Mortensen and the 'crowd I don't want to know' have their latest Dane Cook shitfest.

So everyone's happy, right? I didn't think so.

Posted by: TMax at September 23, 2008 3:28 PM

I know that Family Guy is spat upon in these parts, but this made me upchuck a bunchful of chuckle from the episode on at 1am last night. I didn't really read this or watch that whole thing, but this review made me think of one joke about Liam Neeson having to pull off a cowboy Western character. It's from the episode where Lois' aunt dies and leaves them a mansion. I tried linking to it on youtube, but five minutes search comes up fruitless. Catch the end of the episode if you run across it. I swear it's hilarious.

Posted by: Jackseppelin at September 23, 2008 9:08 PM

I won't see anything with Renee Zellwhatsherface. Nothing. It could win 17 Oscars and I'd still not watch it. Or possibly I'd watch it, but shove in earplugs and cover my eyes with my hands during any scene she's in.

There are precious few actors I feel that strongly about in the negative (I'm looking at you Tiny Tom), but she's damn near at the top of the list. I cringed just seeing her in the pic at the top of the review. She's SOOOOO bad. So bad. A soggy cupcake would do a better job. And not look constantly constipated, to boot.

Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen at September 23, 2008 10:03 PM

Hey, it's TMax! Haven't seen you around these parts in a while, dude. (and me, I'll take the generic afterlife comedy with Kinnear and Gervais thank you, JW!)

Now, has anyone seen lordhelmet lately? I'm starting to worry that he fell off the left coast!

Posted by: meaux at September 23, 2008 10:12 PM

Not that I'm immune to Viggo's charms...(PaddyDog, I'm assuming you saw Eastern Promises for your fix of nekkid Mortensen?)

Posted by: meaux at September 23, 2008 10:15 PM

Tyler: "This would mark the second time Ed Harris has played a character named Virgil (first time was The Abyss). That has to be some kind of record. "

Nice pull. The Abyss is one of my all time favorite movies, and I didn't even think of the Virgil thing.
I am so ashamed.

Posted by: Lindsey at September 24, 2008 3:14 AM

You just have to ask yourself, is a generic western preferable to a generic romp through the afterlife starring Greg Kinnear, or a generic "romantic" "comedy" starring Dane Cook, or a generic middle-age melodrama starring Richard Gere, Diane Lane, and a pack of wild horses on a beach?

The number one answer is....Yes

Posted by: Brian at September 24, 2008 10:33 AM



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