"John Russell, disdained by his "respectable" fellow stagecoach passengers because he was raised by Indians, becomes their only hope for survival when they are set upon by outlaws."
Mondhatnam azt, hogy az egyik kedvenc filmem, de mivel ez a blog kb kizarolag ezekrol szol, felesleges lenne. Egy film, ahol egy hosszu pillantas vagy egy rovid mondat kepes tobbet elmondani, mint egy kozepszeru film nagyjelenete. Nagyszeru, feszes forgatokonyv, kivalo szineszek. Szomoru, felemelo, elgondolkodtato. Paul Newmannak sikerult egy Clint Eastwood-nal is coolabb (ha van ilyen) western karaktert alakitania, nincs szentimentalis merenges az erosen elkoptatott "nemes vadember"-eszmenyen, a "gonosz karakter" melto ellenfele a fohosnek. Tokeletes.
egy idezet:
Jessie: And we got him a marble headstone. It had his name on it, and underneath, we had them put, "In the Fullness of His Years." Is that all right with you?
John Russell: I'll settle for that. I'm not on the slab.
Jessie: Well, what do you figure yours is going to read?
John Russell: "Shot Dead," probably.
Jessie: Don't people take to you, Mr. Russell?
John Russell: It only takes one who doesn't.
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