Elisabeth Grace Foley

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The Way of the Western, Part II: “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance” (1962) and the Pitfalls of Half-Told History

July 18, 2017 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 1 Comment

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance is an awkward film. Some regard it as a classic of its genre, others as a weaker entry in director John Ford’s oeuvre. Though the cast includes much of the familiar Ford “stock company,” somehow the magic of his earlier films is missing. But it did manage to produce a line of dialogue that has become famous (or infamous): “This is the West, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.”

The main story is presented as a flashback, wrapped by opening and closing scenes taking place years afterward. The famous line, spoken during the closing scene by a newspaper editor who has just listened to Senator Ransom Stoddard (James Stewart) tell the story behind his rise to prominence, implies that what is portrayed in the flashback has been “truth,” in contrast to the “legend” the editor has always believed. But a close viewing of the movie leaves one wondering—what if the “truth” of the flashback is half-truth at best?

For starters, “Print the legend” didn’t come from the pen of Montana-bred Dorothy M. Johnson, author of the short story on which the film is based. When you read the story, it seems that very little of the film script actually did. In the original story, Ransom Foster (Stoddard in the film) is not a passionately idealistic young lawyer revolted by the lawlessness of the West—nor is Liberty Valance the hired gun of faceless cattlemen who are trying to manipulate political processes in their favor through strong-arm tactics. Foster/Stoddard is merely a reckless young man drifting the West, who happens to have read law in the past (that fact is not of major importance in the story) and Liberty Valance is a common outlaw who bullies the tenderfoot Foster because it’s in his nature to do so. In the original story the conflict between them is personal—the political conflict that takes center stage in the film adaptation is wholly a creation of the screenwriters.

In a final bit of irony, in the story Ranse loses his first campaign for public office because the opposition makes much of his having shot a man in a gunfight…instead of immediately riding to glory on the basis of having shot Liberty Valance, as in the film.

Confusion

In my opinion, the film version of The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance suffers from what authors today call poor worldbuilding. We’re presented with a cattleman-homesteader conflict, told that the cattlemen are fighting against statehood for the territory in order to preserve the open range, and that the townspeople of Shinbone are strongly on the side of statehood. But from their appearance and various scraps of dialogue, many of them confusingly appear to be cowboys and ranchers themselves. Tom Doniphon (John Wayne), the primary representative of the Westerner in the film, identifies with the homesteader/statehood party, but seems to be a rancher on a small scale himself. (In spite of their fairly rugged appearance, the townspeople also exhibit the chronic inability to deal with intimidating outlaws that we discussed in the last post.) Liberty Valance is our antagonist, but if he has any driving motivation, it seems to be chiefly his own love of cruelty and bullying. Yet he’s been presented as a henchmen of the unseen cattlemen, who are thus identified with him as evil.

Even the ultimate solution to everyone’s problems seems to contradict itself, with Ranse Stoddard being presented as a champion of law and order, but Tom Doniphon’s brand of practical “frontier justice” turning out to be the only thing that can preserve Stoddard’s life, and by extension everything he stands for. If the message is meant to be that both are required, it doesn’t come across very clearly. [Read more…]

Filed Under: Film and TV, History, Reviews, Westerns

The Way of the Western, Part I: The Tin Star (1957), High Noon (1952), and the Myth of the Cowardly Townsman

June 30, 2017 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 9 Comments

The Tin Star is a movie I’ve meant to review in one way or another for some time. Surprisingly little-known, considering its director and lead actors, it’s become a favorite of mine over the last few years.

The film opens with bounty-hunter Morgan Hickman (Henry Fonda) meeting a cold reception as he enters a town to claim his reward for the body of a wanted man. The town’s leading citizens disapprove of bounty-hunters on principle, while brutish town bully Bart Bogardus (Neville Brand), has an axe to grind as a relative of the dead man’s. The only hospitality Hickman receives is from a woman (Betsy Palmer) who is mostly ostracized by the townsfolk because her young son (Michel Ray) is half Indian. But after the town’s young and extremely inexperienced acting sheriff, Ben Owens (Anthony Perkins), witnesses Hickman’s ability to handle troublemaker Bogardus—who incidentally has his own eye on the sheriff’s job—and learns that Hickman was once a sheriff himself, he appeals to Hickman to give him some lessons in handling a gun and properly carrying out his job, in hopes of holding onto it permanently. Hickman reluctantly agrees, in spite of his own scornful attitude towards lawman’s work owing to incidents in his past—and the continued disapproval of the townspeople, who take issue with Owens’ associating with a bounty-hunter. Matters finally come to a head after an instance of robbery and murder, when Bogardus stirs up a mob to serve vigilante justice, against Owens’ determination to bring the guilty men in for a fair trial.

The Tin Star is a very good film—well-acted, well-crafted, and with a neatly-layered script. One of the things I like best about it is the complexity provided by multiple antagonists—on one side, ordinary garden-variety stagecoach robbers; but on the other, Bogardus’ campaign to see them lynched which forms the crux of the climax. It’s complicated even further by the clash between Hickman’s pragmatic views of hunting down criminals and Owens’ stubborn, idealistic determination to bring his prisoners in alive.

But on my most recent viewing, as I watched, I became aware of a growing dissatisfaction with something about the story. Something which didn’t ring true for me, after the time I’d spent immersed in earlier literature of the American West.

The Cowardly Townsman

The leading citizens of the unnamed small town in The Tin Star are a type familiar in Western movies. Town-dwellers, suit-clad, apparently owners of local businesses, they have a strong distaste for anything smacking of irregularity or lawlessness, but an equal disinclination to personally take action about anything. They want someone else to handle the job of maintaining law and order, but offer him little practical support and frequently hamper him by objecting to his methods of doing it. The ultimate example of this type of citizenry is found in High Noon (1952), where harassed town marshal Will Kane (Gary Cooper) tramps the streets looking for somebody, anybody, to help him deal with four outlaws, only to have an entire town hem, hedge, and literally hide to avoid taking anything that looks like a personal risk. [Read more…]

Filed Under: Film and TV, History, Reviews, Westerns

The Way of the Western: Introduction

June 24, 2017 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 11 Comments

I’ve long been a fan of primary resources when it comes to learning about history. Particularly when it comes to the American West—in fact, I’ve compiled an entire Goodreads list of memoirs, diaries and letters relating to the pre-1920 West, of which I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface myself. There’s nothing like reading a personal account by someone who was really there—and next best is good fiction by an author who actually experienced the time and place they wrote about.

Of course it’s wonderful for research, if you’re a writer. But after spending some years reading this kind of material, I’ve gradually become aware of an additional side-effect: you begin to develop a sensitivity to false notes struck in more recent historical fiction and in film. Not just blatant errors like anachronistic speech or inaccurate clothing and weapons—subtler things like underlying attitudes, depictions of cultural and societal norms, ways of thinking and reacting, which you realize seem quite foreign to the experience of the people who wrote those earlier memoirs and novels.

I recently had a “lightbulb moment” on this topic as it relates to the Western genre.

Ever since I became a real enthusiast for Western fiction and history, there has been one question puzzling me: what happened to the Western? Though there are periodic claims of a resurgence, and people are still writing books and making the occasional film, let’s face it: the Western as a genre does not exist in the way it once did. It is not widely popular with the masses of readers, and it is not viewed in the same way as it once was. And I wanted to know why. After a lot of thinking and puzzling, the best I could come up with were a pair of companion theories. One, over-saturation—after decades of widespread, pervasive popularity, the Western simply wore out its welcome, eventually swamped by the legions of cheap “shoot-’em-up” imitations that obscured the best of the genre and gave it a bad name. Two, the cultural and moral upheavals of the 1960s, which changed the prevailing American worldview so drastically that the Western, largely rooted in traditional American values, was battered by revisionism and political correctness and could no longer survive in the mainstream.

That’s the best I could figure, but I was never wholly satisfied with those conclusions. Something was missing. And then one day recently, a conversation with my mother about the destruction of American literature, coming on the heels of reading Eugene Manlove Rhodes’ essay “The West That Was,” made something click in my head. The Western didn’t die a natural death, nor was it defeated by force in the 1960s. The Western was destroyed from within, and evidence of steps in the process can be seen in some of the most popular and well-crafted Western films of the mid-20th century.

I’ve always been aware that period films show the influence of the decade in which they were made, from the cut of the costumes to the attitudes reflected in the screenplay. In fact, I once wrote a blog article on how the influence of the Great Depression can be seen in the B-Westerns of the 1930s. I now believe that what killed the Western was a gradual assimilation and reflection of the values of the 20th-century decades in which the films were made and books were written—until by the onset of the 1960s it was ripe to vanish into the sea of revisionism that wiped out its last resemblance to the West that writers like Rhodes knew.

What I have in mind now is to sort out some of the thoughts that led me to this conclusion, over an informal and likely rambling series of posts, using examples from Western film compared to some of that early literature. Titles I’m thinking of covering include The Tin Star (1957), High Noon (1952), The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962), Yellow Sky (1948), and possibly more. I may even catch up on a couple of films I haven’t seen yet, for the purposes of comparing them to their source material. I don’t have a planned schedule and I may very well go off on tangents, but I hope you’ll come along for the read (very bad pun) and find some food for thought along the way.

Subsequent posts:
Part I: The Tin Star (1957), High Noon (1952), and the Myth of the Cowardly Townsman
Part II: The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962) and the Pitfalls of Half-Told History
Part III: Four Faces West (1948), 3:10 To Yuma (1957), and the Problem of the Quasi-Accurate Adaptation
Part IV: Yellow Sky (1948) and the Ambivalence of Film Noir
Conclusion

image: “Stray Man Heads Home” by W.H.D. Koerner

Filed Under: Film and TV, History, Westerns

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