And as a last note, Walt's crawling amid the rocks in what seemed like the 45:00-55:00 marks kinda reminded me of Hank Quinlan near the end of Orson Welles' Touch of Evil--not visually, just moodwise--the secretly corrupt tough guy who's called all the shots for so long, finally being hounded into a corner. Love that Touch of Evil!
That and every Western ever.
Probably the most masterful ball cracking in this thread! I salute you, mos!
My balls feel strangely uncracked.
The Searchers doesn't have a scene like that.
High Noon doesn't. I'm not recalling any from
Stagecoach, Rio Bravo, The Wild Bunch, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, The Furies, Ride the High Country, Red River, 40 Guns, Johnny Guitar, The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, A Fistful of Dollars, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, Fort Apache, My Darling Clementine, Three Godfathers, The Naked Spur, Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, Destry Rides Again? -- hmmf, nada. I guess my unsuffering balls and I just haven't seen the right Westerns.
Winchester 73 had a scene kinda like that I think, except the cornered bad guy was just a desert rat who'd been getting away too long with killing Jimmy Stewart's father, not particularly a string-pulling crime kingpin, and he's neither the point-of-view character, as Walt is, or the most charismatic character, as Quinlan is, but it's true I should have remembered that and my balls will ache a little for, oh, 10 seconds in penance.
