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Joan Crawford, arms akimbo, stars as the saloon owner and potential empire builder Vienna, and you have to love the movie for that reason alone. The viewers who stayed away from Raya€™s a€?Johnny Guitar,a€? say, didna€™t know what they were missing.The French were right to honor the convulsive strangeness of a€?Johnny Guitara€? (1954), the tale of a saloonkeeper (Joan Crawford) fighting, with the aid of an old flame (Sterling Hayden), to survive a lynch mob. In remaining ambiguous, the film leaves not only its notions of sexuality up for debate, but also its commentary on isolation.
Does it come at all as a surprise that the first image in the often-hallucinatory Johnny Guitar features an explosion, and one whose cause is not immediately apparent? As Geoff Andrew, in his indispensible extended analysis of Raya€™s career, usefully reminds us: a€?Tension a€“ a sense of things being so out of balance, so unstable, so fragile, that the whole edifice of a personality, a relationship or a society will fall apart a€“ is virtually a sine qua non of Raya€™s worka€? (1). Ray’s baroque and eccentric western is surely one of the most rigorously aestheticized movies ever to come out of mainstream (more or less) Hollywood. If Alt Screen had a golden rule, it would be: never miss a chance to see Johnny Guitar in all its gobsmacking glory on the big screen. For instance, we watch Joan Crawford, in a white dress, playing the piano in a cavernous saloon, with a candlestick and a pistol beside her. Crawford’s requisite contradictory brick-house toughness and runny sentimentality sent a generation of female impersonators scampering to makeup mirrors to outline their mouths with a cruel slash of poppy-red lipstick.
Only foreign eyes, perhaps, could widen with suitable amazement, and without a tremolo of sniggers, at the moviea€™s lunging gestures and superheated tones. Nicholas Raya€™s now celebrated and sought-after a€?Westerna€? (more on Raya€™s cockeyed distortion of the genre later) is still weird, and still deliciously audacious more than fifty years after its original release. As Johnny Guitar, portrayed by the deadpan Sterling Hayden, casually comments to an inquisitive gunslinger on his identity, a€?Ia€™m a stranger here myself,a€? his words will reverberate throughout the remainder of Johnny Guitar, applying not only to the strummer, but to his lover and partner Vienna, and certainly to director Nicholas Ray. Or that the next sequence draws attention to a seemingly unpremeditated stagecoach robbery? Our sense of balance is thrown askew in Johnny Guitar even when the narrative launches us into a seemingly conventional establishment of place and personalities.
In addition to finding the ability to expressively manipulate color that would find its way into all his subsequent films (Bitter Victory excepted), Ray also places bodies in space that activate either side of the screen, creating a horizontal balance to the frame that appears in Rebel, Bigger than Life, Bitter Victory, Party Girl and The Savage Innocents.
Vienna and Johnny are lost lovers, coping with their pain, trying to find each other again. Like all cult films, Johnny Guitar is a pop-cultural magpie’s nest, conflating Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard, and The Ox-Bow Incidenta€”not to mention Jean Cocteau. And the Trucolor process gives the film colors as hot as a boil, sending feverish shivers of crimson and blue throughout. When our heroine is advised to change out of her milk-white dress to evade pursuit, she sensibly slips into a shirt of blinding red, suggesting that she has also found time to don a radioactive bra. Raya€™s first film as a director for hire after finishing out his contract with RKO was badly battered by critics and audiences in 1954, neither of whom were used to seeing Joan Crawford in such butch display, nor the a€?slightly awfula€? Trucolor of the picturea€”and then therea€™s the meandering storyline, that manages slip in Sterling Hayden as a gunslinger turned minstrel and a demonic nemesis for Crawford in the form of Mercedes McCambridge, who masks her lesbian lust with violence.


Raya€™s affection for outsiders, and his own slow burn to recluse-status is at its peak here, and the script, contributed to by blacklisted screenwriter Ben Maddow, clearly taps into the then-hot political climate of McCarthyism.
Or again that when the subsequent shot situates us in something at least affiliated to an outpost of civilization, the saloon and gambling house owned by Vienna (Joan Crawford), the physical environment in which it is located is tormented by a torrent of wind seemingly out of proportion to any of the weather we had observed in the previous two sequences?
Thanks to the narrower ratio and the insane colors, however, Johnny Guitar feels ready to explode in violent ecstasy. The Dancina€™ Kid (Scott Brady) is the diagonal figure, neither sympathetic nor repulsive, and entangled with everyone in some form.
They are also what give it poignancy, of course; and even Crawford in this movie, as absurdly imperious as ever, is unexpectedly moving. Additionally, TablEdit, while designed for guitarists, by guitarists, is not limited to guitar like other Tablature programs.
This blatantly theatrical western immediately confounds the generic imperative with a 40-minute interior scene played by Crawford as though it were Shakespeare. What Godard and his colleagues could not registera€”and what, as moralists of the pure image, they would dismiss as irrelevanta€”were the qualities that an American audience would bring to bear.
Johnny Guitar exceeds expectations not merely because ita€™s a great film, but because it demolishes any conceptions you may have had prior to viewing it.
The rabid attacks on both Vienna and The Kid by Emma, as well as her ganga€™s disregard for proper criminal procedure are what lead to blind accusation, and Viennaa€™s brief encounter with a noose due to mob mentality. Extravagance of image and action are circumstances we customarily associate with the work of Nicholas Ray, yet the manner in which this film appears to take place in a universe that will frequently thwart custom or convention becomes emphasised even before we know who the characters are, where they are located or what their associations or motivations might be. Even when the protagonists provide some manner of back-story to satisfy our concern with causality, the ingredients remain a curious blend of the obvious and the elusive. They are in, in their perverse sort of way, a deeply convincing couple – as old lovers, meeting after long and bitter separation. Through ongoing consultation with experts on other instruments, TablEdit has developed support for harmonica, mountain dulcimer, diatonic accordion, drums, violin, tin whistle, recorder, Xaphoon, autoharp, pedal steel guitar, and banjo (even taking into consideration the special Aspect of the fifth string). The most dogged of stars (the original Demi Moore), Crawford was making her first western since 1928. The coarse, transfixing rumble of melodrama and its fixation on self-invention takes a few pages from Ray’s own story. The outcasts here have a better grasp on reality than the local law, and as a result suffer for it; Ray seems to feel that the enlightened a€“ not only here, but also in Rebel Without a Cause and his earlier noirs a€“ are fated to suffer for their emotional honesty.
Victor Younga€™s sonorous soundtrack and the familiar eagle emblem of Republic Pictures that accompany the credit sequence might easily mislead us to assume that this narrative will resemble its studioa€™s other outdoor output, just with better production values and higher-priced performers. What specifically drove Johnny to adopt his pseudonym and return to Emmaa€™s side after a prolonged absence?
Viennaa€™s colors are a sign of the self-acceptance she has cultivated over the past five years. One of the commonest ways for a filmmaker to get away with the fancy stuff was to do this with sort of over-the-top pulp material.


She demanded the man’s role, essentially switching parts with nominal hero Sterling Hayden. He was a man who cobbled his work together to create a bespoke crispness and yet whose work radiated a grim desperation. Anthony Lane describes Johnny Guitar as a€?howlingly close to mad;a€? the description is not unfitting, as Raya€™s efforts produced a result that is as unorthodox as it is marvelous. But things are quite the contrary, and elements of what ensues will prove to be as anomalous than if Gene Autry or Roy Rogers, the studioa€™s pre-eminent western icons, were to be overcome by impulses as neurotic as those that threaten a number of the characters in the filma€™s narrative, or if one of their female co-stars were behaviourally bushwhacked by motivations as contorted as those imperilling Mercedes McCambridgea€™s distraught Emma Small. What brought together such a set of seemingly mismatched associates to comprise the Dancing Kida€™s cohorts, such that Royal Danoa€™s book reading Corey finds himself paired with the hair-triggered Bart (Ernest Borgnine)? And because of that, we can believe in their wanting each other very much – and also in their not getting what they want, not easily anyway. Files can be saved in TablEdit format or exported to ASCII, HTML, ABC, RTF, MIDI or WAV formats.
There doesna€™t seem to be any other film quite like Johnny Guitar, and with contemporary cinemaa€™s fascination with pastiche, therea€™s an endless amount of interpretation yet to be garnered from the film and its contemplations on identity and gender, compliance and autonomy. Why do we never learn the actual names of a number of figures, not just the Kid but also his youngest associate, Turkey (Ben Cooper), or the full name of Vienna for that matter? She gleefully seeks Viennaa€™s blood for two reasons: she hates what Vienna can express, and hates herself for desiring Vienna for that very reason.
So did a lot of others, directors like Sam Fuller, Robert Aldrich, Douglas Sirk, among the most notable. And then, one is left with the complex of fixations that are meant to provide some manner of anchorage for McCambridgea€™s scenery-chewing obsession with Vienna and her apparently thwarted attraction to the Dancing Kid (Scott Brady)? When she captures Vienna and sends the saloon up in flames, it is as though all of Emmaa€™s repressed energies explode, a sexual release made perverse due to its violence. Are her excesses conveniently explained by conventional psychology or did the actress simply abandon any kind of discernable motivation and embark instead upon a behavioural free-for-all?
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