Your typical Elvis musical stripped of all the on-camera performances, the bikinis, the laughs (except when Guy and Nan start sniping at each other)…and then heavily medicated for severe depression.
Please, sir…may I have some more filth?
Slam-bang, lightning-fast, crude, vital actioner…with something on its mind.
“Some men…you just can’t reach.”
Take that, Mrs. June Cleaver!
Absolutely terrific chest-beating adventure flick: strange, thrilling, and beautifully put together.
Awfulness like this is rare—it needs to be acknowledged and celebrated.
The Anti-Godfather.
A perfectly tempoed coming-of-age Western, with clear meditations on the difference between boys and men, between crime and moral fortitude…and between murder and justice.
Brutal, raw, deceptively simple but powerfully layered and complex, Man of the West is flat-out one of the best American westerns ever made. Period.
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