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The Wild Bunch / TK

Film Reviews | January 21, 2008 | Comments (48)


I’ve always felt that there are several different major sub-genres of westerns. The morality tales of John Wayne, frequently directed by John Ford. The Italian movement, or “Spaghetti Westerns,” with Sergio Leone and his Man With No Name trilogy, consisting of far more minimalist direction. The modern interpretations, such as Tombstone, Wyatt Earp, Unforgiven and the more recent 3:10 to Yuma. And then there is The Wild Bunch, the film John Wayne famously claimed was destroying “the myth of the old west.” Wayne was right, too. The Wild Bunch doesn’t just destroy that myth; it shoots it to pieces, leaving a trail of blood, tears and despair in its wake.

Filmed in 1969 and directed by Sam Peckinpah, The Wild Bunch is the tale of a group of on-the-run bank robbers fleeing across the border to Mexico after a robbery gone terribly wrong. To describe it simply as a caper film, however, is to do the film a great injustice. The Wild Bunch is also a tale of an age coming to an end. Set around the time of the Mexican Revolution, it tells the story of a world that is changing, and what happens to those who cannot cope with that change. It’s famous for its extreme violence, but it is one of the few films where the violence serves a very specific purpose. In a way, the violence is the message in The Wild Bunch. And that message is: No matter how hard you fight, you can’t stop change.

The eponymous Wild Bunch is composed of Pike Bishop (William Holden), Dutch Engstrom (Ernest Borgnine), Angel (Jaime Sanchez), and the Gorch brothers — Lyle (Warren Oates) and Tector (Ben Johnson). Pike is the leader, a weary relic and hardened criminal who is watching the world he lives in change around him, but refuses to accept it. Dutch is the loyal lieutenant and in some ways the moral compass of the group, despite his savagery during the film’s extended gunfights. The Gorch brothers are the younger, uncontrolled wild cards. They’re obviously late additions to the gang and don’t always believe in the moralistic directions of their elders. Angel is the earnest Mexican ideologist, a romantic hothead who is full of fury at the woman in his life and at the country he is seeing being ripped apart by the warlords of its time. Together, and with several others, they set out to rob a bank in a grim western town. The bank job is a setup, however, and they are quickly ambushed by a group of bounty hunters hired by a railroad company, seeking revenge against Pike for his past offenses. The bounty hunters are led by Deke Thornton (Robert Ryan), the sad traitor who once used to ride with Pike.

The ambush at the bank is brutal in its violence. At its time, it probably broke a record for most innocent bystanders killed in a single scene. The robbers, trying to flee the bank, end up in a shootout with the bounty hunters, and neither side has any regard for those getting in the way. Coupled with the fact that the town is in the middle of a march by the temperance movement (one of the many symbols of change), it turns into an all-out massacre. The gang, which started out with nine or ten members, is whittled down to a bloody and battered five within the first 30 minutes of the film.

Following the ambush, the Bunch flees to Mexico (after furiously discovering that the job was a setup, and they just killed dozens of people for several sacks of steel washers), picking up a crotchety and wizened former gunslinger, Freddie Sykes (played with a gleeful gleaming eye by Edmond O’Brien) along the way. Once in Mexico, they stop briefly in the village of Angel’s youth before meeting up with the villainous General Mapache (Emilio Fernandez). It is these two meetings that set the tragic events of the rest of the film into motion. From there on out, the film takes them to Mapache’s gang of mercenaries, who, backed by German intelligence agents trying to gain a foothold south of the United States, is trying to gain power in Mexico. They rob a train full of weapons, meet up with Mexican revolutionaries with ties to Pancho Villa, and finally end up in a massive firefight with Mapache’s entire army, all while dodging the forlorn yet dedicated bounty hunter Deke and his hired band of miscreants, not to mention the U.S. Army.

There are so many themes throughout the film, it’s difficult to keep track of them all. The most recognizable theme, however, is progress and change, and how some can survive it and some will be destroyed by it. When Wayne complained of the destruction of the old west mythology, it was this very theme he was inadvertently describing. The old west, as we know it in stories and films, was coming to a close by 1910. The concept of the noble cowboy, an outlaw who lives by a code, was turned on its head by Peckinpah, who was more interested in showing what desperate men are capable of, and how they have no place in the modern world. During one of the film’s quiet moments, when Pike and company are trying to figure out how to escape the predicament they’ve shot themselves into, Pike despondently claims that it’s “time to start thinkin’ beyond our guns. Those days are closing fast.” As a result, the gang is looking for that ubiquitous last score, something to get them out of their gun fighting ways. But even then, they are paralyzed by the thought of the future. When Pike proclaims, “one good score, and back off,” Dutch derisively snorts “back off to what?” They can steal all the money in the world, but it won’t buy them a home in the new world order.

Some of the most interesting and vivid symbolism takes place within the film’s first 30 minutes. The opening shot of the gang riding past a group of playing children starts out harmlessly enough, until the camera cuts to show the children are torturing scorpions by burying them in fire ants. Right away, we are shown the brutality that people, even the youngest most innocent-looking, are capable of. This theme of the corrupted innocence reappears throughout the film, demonstrating that no one is truly good, culminating in the shot of a young boy gleefully shooting someone in the back during the furious battle at the film’s climax. And if killing a peaceful group of temperance marchers, a group dedicated to morality and changing the ways of the past, doesn’t demonstrate the film’s underlying ideas, frankly, I don’t know what does.

Another idea worth exploring is the treatment of women. While we all know my aversion to the misuse of “the m word,” misogyny is deliberately rampant in the film. With the exception of the temperance workers and a random smattering of villagers, almost every single woman in the film is essentially a whore. Whether that’s a consequence of the circles they travel in or the mindset of the director, it’s obvious that there’s no place for women in this world, and as such they are shown nothing but disrespect by its denizens. When Angel discovers that the woman he loves has taken up with Mapache, he shoots her in a fit of rage. When they aren’t being routinely used as human shields in the gun battles, they are shown to be there solely for the amusement of the men. It’s hard not to take a critical eye at Peckinpahs depictions of women in The Wild Bunch, but at the same time, I suppose it’s perhaps unfair to expect to find feminist role models wandering around gangs of killers and thieves in pre-revolution Mexico.

Finally, the idea of the traitor is immensely important. Throughout the film, people are betrayed, trusts are broken, and revenge is sought as a result. Whether it’s companions left behind, or Dekes self-loathing for helping the railroad, a corporate beast hated by all, to track down his former comrades, or Mapaches attempts to cheat the Bunch out of their money when they rob the train for him, betrayal of trust is a steady constant. What’s interesting about it is that everyone is guilty of it — the “code” of the cowboy rarely holds firm, even when Dutch shouts that your word “ain’t what counts! It’s who you give it to!”

The Wild Bunch is credited as being one of the most controversial yet influential films of all time. The action sequences were heavily edited, filmed with multiple cameras and mixing standard-speed shots with slow-motion. While slow-motion deaths and falling are commonplace now, they were relatively avant-garde in 1969. The long, sweeping shots of many other westerns are not as prevalent; instead, Peckinpah chose to focus on the characters and their immediate surroundings for the key scenes. But the violence of the film is what attracted the most attention. While perhaps less jarring to our contemporary eyes, it’s still undeniably vicious. Throats are cut, men are back-shot, and the innocent are killed without remorse. When, in the climactic “Battle of Bloody Porch,” one of the Bunch takes control of a tripod-mounted machine gun, men are cut down in a steady stream of bullets and brightly-colored blood. Peckinpah is renowned for the violence in his films, the natural consequence of his fascination with the viciousness that humans are capable of. However, as mentioned earlier, the violence here, like in many of his films, serves a purpose: It shows that no matter how much the world changes, the violence will always be there. Whether you choose to resist that change, or to go along with it, it will always be a part of our world.

TK can be found wandering aimlessly through suburban Massachusetts, wondering how the hell he got there while yelling at the kids on his lawn. You can find him wasting his time at Uncooked Meat.


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Comments

My God, I have to go buy this movie now.

Speaking of westerns and spaghetti, my absolute favorite western of all time is Hang 'Em High. I love that movie more than I love my dog, just don't tell Bob that.

Posted by: Emily at January 21, 2008 12:39 PM

Nice review, TK. I have always loved this film albeit mostly for the wrong reasons: as the daughter of a zealous tee-totaller who had a habit of treating my drinking friends with icy disapproval, I used to cheer as the temperance people were killed.
Until this review I didn't know the film pissed off John Wayne and that makes it even more dear to my heart (since I consider Wayne the Fred Thompson of his time).

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 21, 2008 12:45 PM

Wild bunch my ass, now Hombre starring Paul Newman was a fucking western. I don't go much for those buddy westerns, Newman was a loner and he was kicking ass. Even though he was a engine, he had it going on.

Posted by: Pookie at January 21, 2008 12:57 PM

barbake-o-spliff:

It's the SHOULDER of Orion; not shores.

Posted by: blader at January 21, 2008 1:02 PM

What about some old Eastwood?

Very good writing sir.

Posted by: Melody at January 21, 2008 1:02 PM

I watched this for the first time recently, and was pleasantly surprised at how well it had weathered. On a more shallow note, man was Warren Oates hot.

Posted by: Lisa S at January 21, 2008 1:08 PM

I'll have to check this out. I think it's actually On Demand now. It's funny you mention the theme of violence. I'm reading Cormac McCarthy's Border Trilogy ("All the Pretty Horses", "The Crossing" and "Cities of the Plain") and he kind of discusses the violence stuff as well. Have you checked out any of his stuff?

Posted by: Jez at January 21, 2008 1:22 PM

I heard it once said that every director ever wishes he or she had directed the Wild Bunch. With the possible exception of Nora Ephron.

Posted by: Withnail at January 21, 2008 1:33 PM

Weren't Lyle and Tector Gorch the names of the redneck vampires on one of the Season 1 or Season 2 episodes of Buffy? Those names sound really familiar.....I wonder how many other classic movie references have sailed right over my head.

Posted by: Lauren at January 21, 2008 1:43 PM

I've never seen this, but I'm rediscovering my love of westerns and will have to put this on my list.

p.s. whenever i think of sam peckinpah, all that comes up in my mind is the monty python sketch of a period drama directed sam peckinpah (and a bloody, bloody game of croquet).

Posted by: maggie at January 21, 2008 1:48 PM

Lauren: Gorch was definitely their last name, and Lyle was one of the brothers...heh. I would have never caught the reference either.

Posted by: Julie at January 21, 2008 1:48 PM

Warren Oates and Ernest Borgnine, two character actors that today would be relegated to Sci-Fi Orginal schlock (poor Lance Henriksen).
Precisely the reason why none of today's ....ahem... "directors" could ever pull off a movie such as this, they'd fuck it up ab-initio during casting. Except for Eastwood, maybe.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at January 21, 2008 1:50 PM

This movie is phenomenal. I so love it when you review the classics. My dad loved old Westerns and I would usually watch with him, but it wasn't until I was a little older and saltier (12 or so) that he let me watch this with him. Here's to you, Pop. Hope you and Warren Oates and William Holden are gettin' William Holden-style fucked-up in that big barroom where-ever you are!

Posted by: dammitjanet at January 21, 2008 1:57 PM

It's good on our esteemed TK that he listed Tombstone on there. Was really, REALLY, watching it the other day on 'Max and I've gotta say that it didn't get all the credit it deserved when it came out,( due in large part to Kevin Costner's douchebaggery when he decided to do his own, stupid, version).
It's as good as idealized modern American westerns got at that time. (Keep in mind that Eastwood is/was still doing them spaghetti style.)

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at January 21, 2008 2:14 PM

One of my favorite westerns (along with Shane, Man With No Name, Tombstone and Once Upon a Time in the West).

What John Wayne was so pissed off about is that The Wild Bunch was peeling the fabric of fantasy out and revealing the cold, ugly, bloody trail that covered the Old West. Like so much of history, the legend had overtaken the facts in the minds of so many that to see it revealed was not just surprising, it was sickening.

Yes, it's bloody. Yes, people die. Yes, the women are mistreated. But the world of the Old West was not a kind one. We imagine not having police and authorities to tell us to drive safe, mind traffic lights and not beat up our neighbors. Imagine a world where it's you versus 3 ugly, mean and desperate gunmen. And no one's coming to save you.

It's easy to make your own law when there are no consequences. That's what The Wild Bunch finally introduced to westerns: consequences. All of a sudden, there was no more wilderness to run to and hide. And the rough men who fashioned it were being removed by far rougher men with power.

Great, great movie.

Posted by: Fredo at January 21, 2008 2:28 PM

You need to mention the awesome sequence of the 4 men walking to the last climactic battle. One of the better movie moments ever.

Truely an all time great movie.

Posted by: will at January 21, 2008 2:41 PM

I've never even heard of this movie before, but after revisiting the 27 Dresses comment shitfest that apparently developed over the past 24 hours, I had to hide somewhere.

*looks around*

It feels safe in here.

Posted by: Dingles at January 21, 2008 2:43 PM

"Yes, it's bloody. Yes, people die. Yes, the women are mistreated."
Ah Fredo! Your post just reminded me how much I miss Deadwood. Now I wonder what John Wayne would have thought about Deadwood?

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 21, 2008 2:45 PM

Haven't seen this, but considering the bf is a little obsessed with westerns of all sorts, I'm sure I could wrassle up a viewing partner. This sounds like one I might actually get into. I think the ones I don't really enjoy are the "morality tales," as they were called here. Mostly because I dislike all the glorified, sterile quasi-violence.

Great review, TK. Bravo.

Posted by: tt_marie at January 21, 2008 2:51 PM

Wow, TK, great review. I must admit my secret attraction to westerns, especially since I watched Gunsmoke with my grandfather religiously when I was a kid...

Love that you mention Tombstone and Unforgiven--the latter being my favorite Eastwood film of all time.

So yeah, you had me at Peckinpah....

Posted by: boo at January 21, 2008 2:59 PM

@PaddyDog: Sweagen! I miss Sweagen, that cocksucker!

I miss Deadwood like mad. Dumb HBO canned it for that stupid surfer show. Instead of showing the rise of civilization from the wild, they felt a weird mix between The OC and my last philosophy class.

Posted by: BFFredo at January 21, 2008 3:06 PM

Oooh, this is another one that me and my dad would watch. I didn't really enjoy the violence all that much. I never really have, that is unless I am the one perpetrating it (you with a remote control in hand?). That being well beside the point, the reason I liked this movie was the fact that it showed the chinks in the armor of the gun-slinging knights of the Old West. John Wayne held up the chivalry of the West. It was akin to the caramelization (mmm...caramel!) of knight in medieval times. They were also placed on a pedestal and there armor was unblemished. The sad and sorry truth of the matter is that the only real paladins are to be found in D&D. The same can be said here. No, not everyone is a black-hearted villian or a pure as snow angel, they are simply humans colored grey with the dust of travel, the blood of innocents and deserving alike, and sweat and tears of their own personal hells. This is what drew me to this movie.

Posted by: ScarletKnight at January 21, 2008 3:28 PM

Thank you for this. I love this movie. One of the first DVDs a I ever bought. Also one of the 1st movies I said "Hey, this one is different. I think it is trying to say something."

Another great Peckinpah movie is the Cross of Iron - German soldiers on the Russian front at the end of WWII. Violent as all hell and a similar band of not necessarily good guy heroes just trying to make it out alive.

Posted by: Brian at January 21, 2008 3:35 PM

It's good on our esteemed TK that he listed Tombstone on there.

My affection for Val Kilmer began when I saw his Doc Holliday in Tombstone. Ah, God, such gorgeous scenery chewing--I loved every second he was onscreen. Costner's version isn't actually that bad a movie--except in comparison to this one.

I used to have an aversion to Westerns, and I've never seen The Wild Bunch. I shall have to correct that.

(John Wayne trivia: I once read that Wayne got very, very upset with Gary Cooper for starring in High Noon, and said that High Noon was the most un-American Western ever made.)

Posted by: Jerce at January 21, 2008 3:40 PM

Growing up, I thought all Westerns were stupid and boring and I refused to watch them. Of course, I had only come to this conclusion based on approximately 20 minutes of one Bonanza episode that my dad made me watch when I was six or seven. I don't remember what it was about now, but it must have been really lame because I hated Westerns with a considerable passion for years afterward.

I'm not sure at what point that hatred started to dissipate, but somehow Westerns started to grow on me. I'm still super picky about them, but I really love them when they're good. I've never seen this one, but you've convinced me, TK. It's been added to my Netflix queue, so in about three years or so I'll watch it. I just noticed that my queue has 467 movies on it. I gotta quit my job and sever all social ties and become a shut-in so I can whittle that thing down.

Posted by: Sarina at January 21, 2008 3:43 PM

HBO, let me ask you a question. How in the fuck do you let some faggoty ass programming executive talk you into canceling Deadwood? As soon as the last credits roll on the Wire, I'll never watch HBO again, you fucker. I'll watch fucking Telemundo before I ever invest my time and energy in another HBO show in my life.

Posted by: Pookie at January 21, 2008 3:53 PM

Ooh, I'll now have to check this one out. If a western is done right, I'll most definitely watch it. Plus the Controversy is the filling to my toaster strudel.

Posted by: Kamakazi Feminist at January 21, 2008 3:58 PM

I'm with you, Pookie -- once they canceled Carivale AND Deadwood, HBO was dead to me.

Dead, do you hear me? Dead.

I love how truly transformative movies like The Wild Bunch just utterly pissed off guys like Wayne who made their entire careers off selling their fantasies (lies!) of the Olde West.

And they went to their graves never understanding why.

(correction: Wayne made The Shootist. I think he DID get it right before the end.)

Posted by: Meander at January 21, 2008 4:31 PM

So John Wayne accused Gary Cooper (who blabbed his mouth off to the House UnAmerican Activities Committee) of doing an UnAmerican movie? Now that's karma for you.

And yeah, Pookie, HBO has been officially canceled in my house. We're going to finish out The Wire on DVD.

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 21, 2008 4:35 PM

jerce- howard hawkes joined wayne in hating high noon. the pair even made rio bravo as a response.
tk- great review of a great western. peckinpah at his finest.

Posted by: david at January 21, 2008 5:21 PM

Yes yes yes!!!!! Two of my favorite movies in one afternoon. After watching this movie I decided that I was born the wrong sex and about 100 years too late.

Thank you TK for reviewing this film. The first time I watched it, I couldn't even finish it. After the scene where the prostitute is shot, I had to stop. The misogyny DID get to me, but I gave it a second chance and I was pleasantly surprised.

It's movies like this that make me want to give it all up and become a mountain man, Robert Redford style.

Posted by: Rachael at January 21, 2008 5:33 PM

Oh my god TK, did you make a Murder By Death (the band, not the Sellers flick) reference? if you did, I'll love you forever.

Posted by: Kevin Longrie at January 21, 2008 6:29 PM

Sarina If it makes you fell better, I need to do the same thing - I'm trying to get ti below 480 myself, but I keep adding to it

Posted by: Brian at January 21, 2008 7:20 PM

Thanks, all. And Kevin: Who Will Survive and What Will be Left of Them? - hands down one of my favorite albums. Good catch.

Posted by: TK at January 21, 2008 7:26 PM

I love when Pajiba reviews the classics! For the last year or two, all I've watched are the classics so I feel a bit disconnected from "modern" movies and whenever I see crap like "Mad Money" or "27 Dresses" I just want to sit and weep for humanity.

I love 60's westerns and war movies and "The Wild Bunch" is definitely my favorite western (followed by "The Professionals"). This is the movie that made me a huge Robert Ryan fan. I love the scene where he says that he wishes he were with the criminals instead of chasing them. He was such a fantastic actor--and pretty sexy to boot. What happened to manly actors, anyway? Speaking of which, the misogyny really never bothered me because in the majority of classic films, misogyny runs rampant. Women just love to get hit!

It always boggles my mind that a film like "The Wild Bunch" was being made at the same time Hollywood was churning out those horrible (yet hilarious) 60's counterculture hippie movies like "Skidoo".

Posted by: Rebecca at January 21, 2008 7:33 PM

Nice job, TK. I haven't seen this movie (I know, I know), but if it is on On Demand right now, I may have to check it out. I have this strange relationship with Westerns, I either love them or I can't make it 15 minutes into one. I trust you, though, so I'll give it a try.

Posted by: Kolby at January 21, 2008 8:00 PM

Man, every time I watch this movie I have to marvel, "This was made WHEN?"

Peckinpah had to have been some kind of mean machine.

Good job, TK, getting all these folks into Westerns. Awesome, awesome genre.

Posted by: Alabamapink at January 21, 2008 9:14 PM

In a way, the violence is the message in The Wild Bunch. And that message is: No matter how hard you fight, you can't stop change.

Thanks for playing but you got the message exactly wrong. The message is that some things never change and that one of those things is being a man. It doesn't matter if you've got a six shooter or a belt fed heavy machine gun. It doesn't matter if you're killing Mexican banditos or German army officers. A man does what a man has to do and when he screws up, say by not having Angel go in first when it would have been safe to exchange the crates of rifles and when grabbing him would have blown the rest of the deal, then you do whatever you have to to fix it, even if there is no hope of coming out alive. Of course hitting the whore house first is okay. But dropping a bunch of Prussian army officer corps types into the middle of the Mexican desert also reminds us that men were doing what men had to do just a few years later and killing Germans by the millions under some of the most horrific battlefield conditions ever experienced.

They even give William Holden this line,"When you side with a man, you stay with him. And if you can't do that, you're like some animal, you're finished. We're finished. All of us."

Posted by: OscarTamerz at January 21, 2008 9:32 PM

Wayne made The Shootist. I think he DID get it right before the end.

Dude, he made The Searchers with John Ford way before that, and The Searchers is basically about a psychotic killer on a quest for brutal revenge that's on par with The Wild Bunch for dark.

Posted by: mightygodking at January 21, 2008 9:54 PM

Sounds great, and the fact that John Wayne didn't like it seals the deal. Off to find this now.

Posted by: jessd at January 22, 2008 1:02 AM

Sarina - I was exactly the same, put off watching ANY Westerns for years 'cause as a kid a neighbour I hated watched them with a passion. When I finally got round to watching Leone's Dollars trilogy (my boyfriend got a boxset for his birthday and insisted) I was astounded. You mean this was what I'd been missing?? Damn!

Posted by: Lisa S at January 22, 2008 3:27 AM

Speaking of good Westerns, anyone else pissed that Ben Foster got the Oscar shaft this year? I do hope we get a chance to talk about it.

Posted by: Kolby at January 22, 2008 11:53 AM

I finally watched 3:10 to Yuma this weekend and was amazed by Ben Foster's performance. He was insane!!! Absolutely terrifyingly jacked-up insane! A hell of a long way from wearing fairy wings on his back or blowing his art teacher...god, I miss SFU, Deadwood, Sopranos....yup, HBO is dead to me now, too. Switching to Showtime for some Dexter goodness....

Posted by: dammitjanet at January 22, 2008 12:57 PM

Kolby, as a continuation of this weekend's western kick, I too watch 3:10 to Yuma. Foster was a revelation. I'd thought he was great in "Hostage", a decent movie with a kickass performance from him, but he as amazing in Yuma.

Posted by: TK at January 22, 2008 1:09 PM

TK...Yeah, I saw them when they were coming through L.A. in 2004. I had a crush on the cellist for months. "Until Moral Improves, The Beatings Will Continue" is my favorite song by them.

Posted by: Kevin Longrie at January 22, 2008 9:26 PM

inre deadwood... i think showing the hearst/pinkerton families in a less than stellar light, provoked its cancellation. my guess.... what a masterpiece! long live deadwood!

kilmer as doc. holiday.... i'm your huckleberry!

and of course eastwood's lone avengers deserve a mention.

what pablum they puke on MSM... case in point, comanche moon. OMG what a boring horror. kilmer even did justice to the crazed yankee Skull, though.it in no way deserved any linkage to the decent lonesome doves.

Posted by: kikz at January 23, 2008 9:13 AM

Arguably, one of the best movies ever made. Few movies can match its dialogue or how completely the actors give themselves to their roles (were William Holden, Warren Oates,Edmond O'Brien, Ben Johnson, or Robert Ryan ever better?) Simply stunning, even 40 years later.

A movie in which themes of loyalty and "living by a code" are discussed by inherently disloyal, ethic-less characters without a bit of irony. Until the story reaches a climax as this bunch of aging bad men realize that all that awaits them if they walk away is nothingness.

Posted by: tonyg at January 23, 2008 2:40 PM

Regarding the comment:

-- So John Wayne accused Gary Cooper (who blabbed his mouth off to the House UnAmerican Activities Committee) of doing an UnAmerican movie? Now that's karma for you. --

In fact, Cooper never named a name or film or anyone in his 1947 appearance before HUAC. Was there, as he put it, to assure the committee that "Hollywood was not a hotbed of communists."

In 1951, while making High Noon, ex-Communist Carl Foreman, Noon's screenwriter, was called before HUAC. Cooper had become friendly with Foreman and offered to testify before the committee on Foreman's behalf. Character witnesses were not allowed (there's a square deal).

Wayne convinced producer Stanley Kramer to remove Foreman's name as screenwriter. When Cooper and director Fred Zinnemann learned of this, they confronted Kramer. Cooper threatened to walk off the film if Foreman's name was removed. It stayed (the last time his name appeared for a long time).

Wayne then went to Cooper and warned him his career would be over if he didn't walk off the film, he'd be blacklisted and lose his passport. So Cooper issued a statement to the press that "Carl Foreman was the finest kind of American and his politics were his business and his alone."

Wayne was furious, but helpless. After the film was finished, and before it had become such a huge success, Cooper publicly formed an independent film company with Foreman. But the pressure and outcry was so huge that Foreman released Cooper from any obligations and moved to London.

Ever after, Foreman sent his scripts to Cooper for first refusal, including: Bridge On The River Kwai, The Key and Guns Of Navarone.

There's a great story on how the wickedly sly Cooper got Wayne to pick up his Oscar for him. Haven't time to jot it down now.

Wonder where that started, that Cooper named names, etc.?

Posted by: John at February 2, 2008 8:10 AM