Friday, April 10, 2009

The Tin Star (1957), Anthony Mann.

Good Ol' Doc McCord's message of owning up to responsibility apparently also means that women should shut up and produce sons!

Anthony Perkins stars as a timid young man who clings to his sheriff's badge and Henry Fonda appears as his balls. Mentor? Sure, OK, Henry Fonda is a crusty old bounty hunter who takes a liking to Perkins and acts as his mentor. Kind of formulaic and predictable; Fonda's gunslinger-in-the-shadows character reminded me a bit of Alan Ladd's Shane, which came four years before this. In both movies, I figured it could be possible that both Ladd's Shane and Fonda's Morg could be interpreted - even at a bit of a stretch - as figures of the imagination. Passable Saturday afternoon western. Perkins is a kind of lily-livered sheriff; if I lived in this town I would be on the next wagon out just to be on the safe side. This movie has a lingering odor of misogyny wafting through it, emanating from the new if dull and moralizing world of lawfulness.

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