Rather like that of Mark Twain, the death of the Western has been greatly exaggerated. Certainly, it is no longer the number one genre that once it was – in the early part of the 20th century for example, the bulk of the films screened in Glasgow were cowboy pictures. However, it remains a genre that, while not in its previous robust health, continues to offer interesting material with contemporary resonance.
The Western is America’s gift to the movies and it
is a genre that is sufficiently flexible to provide a consistent commentary on
the American century. It really came into its own after the Second World War
when, for example, James Stewart’s compelling series of psychological Westerns
with Anthony Mann spoke to the traumatised veterans of World War 2. John Ford’s
cavalry trilogy – Fort Apache (1948),
She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949), and Rio Grande (1950) – lauded the manifest
destiny of the American immigrants from Europe. Less than ten years later in The Searchers (1956) Ford was expressing
his disappointment at the failure of the American Dream, especially in relation
to the Hollywood blacklist.
Some of the most eloquent critique of the Vietnam
war came in the films of Sam Peckinpah, notably The Wild Bunch (1969). While the following year the ongoing concern
with the treatment of Native Americans was highlighted in Ralph Nelson’s Soldier Blue and Arthur Penn’s Little Big Man (both 1970).
The point of all of this is that Scott Cooper’s
latest film, Hostiles is in good
company. It is a Western which reflects and meditates on the state of the West
much as Clint Eastwood did in his superb Unforgiven
(1992). While Eastwood reflected on the consequences of violence this film reflects
on the consequences of racism.
Captain Joe Blocker (Christian Bale) is an implacable,
exterminating, avenging angel of a cavalry officer who, we are told, has ‘taken
more scalps than Sitting Bull’. Blocker is a man completely inured by the life
he has led to the point that when he is ordered to escort terminally ill Cheyenne
chieftain Yellow Hawk (Wes Studi) back to the reservation to die in his own land
he refuses. In the end it takes a Presidential decree to get him to fulfil the
task.
Blocker is as brutal as we have come to expect in
his treatment of the Cheyenne until he and his patrol chance upon a burned-out
farmhouse. Inside they find Rosalee Quaid (Rosamund Pike), the sole survivor of
a massacre which begins the film in unflinching detail. Mrs Quaid is grief-stricken
to the point of madness and Blocker is touched by the experience.
As she joins them on their journey, there unfolds
a catalogue of racism, brutality and ethnic cleansing in microcosm as the film
contemplates the way the Native American has been treated on screen and in real
life.
The film’s weakness is a tendency to preach. The images from Masanobu Takayanagi are breath-taking
and the points they make are sufficiently eloquent without the script hammering
home the obvious; this is not a film for the hard of thinking and it would be
nice to see Scott Cooper give his audience a little credit.
At the heart of the film are a couple of extraordinary
performances. Bale is superb as Blocker, a nuanced, thoughtful, construction
which shows us the character’s sensitivity without ever abandoning his capacity
for remarkable violence. He is well matched by Pike whose Rosalee Quaid has a
stillness about her which is much more affecting than any screaming histrionics
might be.
There is also some very nice support from Rory
Cochrane in a career-best performance as a sergeant who is well and truly on
his last nerve, and Wes Studi who brings an appropriate dignity to his role as Yellow
Hawk.
Those who like the Westerns action-packed will
find enough here to satisfy them but Hostiles
is really for those who prefer their Westerns a little more on the thoughtful
side. It is worth sticking with, especially for the most elegant and affecting
final shot that I have seen in a long time.
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