Monday, July 15, 2019

I’d Love To Turn You On At The Movies #222 - Last Man Standing (1996, dir. Walter Hill)


            I went to film school because I really love film. That may seem like an obvious statement, but you might be surprised at the number of my fellow film school classmates that didn’t seem to know much or even particularly like many movies. There’s nothing more beautiful to me than a compelling story told through the lens of a gifted director with artful cinematography. It’s one of life’s truly greatest gifts. That being said, not everything has to be artful. Not everything has to be thought-provoking. Not everything has to even be tasteful. Sure, I love Fellini and Jodorowsky and Orson Welles but you know what? I also love Hot Tub Time Machine. I also love fucking Crocodile Dundee. I watched a new Adam Sandler movie LAST WEEK and had a blast with it. Sometimes I just need something completely mindless and entertaining for its own sake. And nothing can scratch that itch faster for me than a gratuitously violent action film. So today, I’m going to talk about Walter Hill’s 1996 gangster-noir-western Last Man Standing.
            This delightful little gun-fest is set in Prohibition-era Texas. The script is loosely based on the Akira Kurosawa samurai classic Yojimbo. If you’ve seen Kurosawa’s original, it’s easy to pick out some of the outline points but this film is, in true Walter Hill fashion, uniquely its own beast. Bruce Willis stars in the “man with no name” role as a fugitive who wanders into the small dirtball town of Jericho to find that two rival bootlegging gangs (one Irish, one Italian) have each set up their own operations in town. The gangs have an unspoken truce in place when Willis’ character, calling himself “John Smith,” arrives. Smith, seeing an opportunity for profit, immediately starts stirring up shit between the two gangs, offering himself up as a gun-for-hire to the highest bidder. After proving himself worthy by taking out a lieutenant from the Irish gang, he is quickly hired by the Italian gang, led by NYC mob boss Fredo Strozzi (Ned Eisenberg). After working for the Italians just long enough to learn their secrets, Smith then defects to the Irish gang, led by the cartoonish Mr. Doyle (David Patrick Kelly). Pitting the two gangs against each other and forcing a gang war, Smith continues to betray the trust of each of his former employers until everyone wants him dead. Except it's Bruce Willis, and the film is called Last Man Standing, so guess what….
            At the heart of it, it would seem like any other Bruce Willis action film. But hear me out here, because there is far more to this film, and in particular Bruce Willis’ Smith character, than meets the eye. Smith is not like other Bruce Willis action hero characters, like your Hudson Hawks and your John McClains. Smith is not a hero. He is not even a good guy. In fact, he might be the worst guy in Jericho which seems to be, with the exception of a spineless and corrupt sheriff (Bruce Dern), a mild-mannered innkeeper (William Sanderson) and a perpetually-grinning undertaker, a town made up entirely of criminals. Smith waltzes into town armed with two handguns and zero plans, and over a matter of days takes out hundreds of criminal gang members, never once missing and never taking a bullet himself. Smith is the main character and has the least amount of dialogue, barely saying ten words throughout the entire film (except when narrating). This monosyllabism adds to the sociopathy of his character, who seemingly enjoys just toying with these gang members just for the sake of it. Well, the sake of it and the money of it. The only time he shows any sign of a conscience is when he uses the money he’s made off the chaos between the gangs to pay the mistresses of both gang bosses so they can get out of town and start new lives. But even then he doesn’t show any romantic interest in either of them, and admittedly leaves Jericho with less money than he came in with. So perhaps he really did just disrupt everyone’s businesses and lives simply because he knew he could, which makes this character far more fascinating than just an average macho gunslinger. Less a dick-measuring contest and more a lesson in psychology. Also, you get to see Chris Walken play one of the most terrifying characters of his career, so that’s a plus.
            Anyway, if you judge this film based on most of the reviews online or its reception at the box office, then you’re really not giving it the credit it deserves. It’s an extremely underrated gem from a director who himself doesn’t get the credit he deserves. Whether you agree with that or not, at the very least watch it for the rad gunfights.
-         Jonathan Eagle

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