Well, it was different. This movie plummeted through the realm of “Camp” like a star falling from the heavens (no pun intended – well . . .). And this great fall was accompanied for the most part by the same silence one finds outside on a dark night. Let’s just say it resembled a lost tongue unable to find a suitable cheek. It strained our incredulity and in the spirit of the evening, we cheerfully gave into that. But that turned out not to be enough.
There seemed to be stories presented during the course of the movie but they kept changing and then disappearing. Reasons were given for the unusual collection of “workers” at this “mine” but those reasons only made probabilities less likely. The women with six-guns were supposed to be a farce based on the cowboy movies of the 1950s but somehow the talent seemed to have not been familiar with those things.
Best part of the evening was the discussion afterward. Here we found details of the movie which apparently took somewhere around 15 to 20 years to complete. The lead actor, Tony Clay, who was also the writer, and the director, spoke to us after the showing. He pointed out how the “first photographer” had used up a lot of money and did poor work, so he had to get another photographer and re-shoot a lot of the movie. He talked about some of the structural work of photographing any movie, and I think most of us had our horizons broadened somewhat by all this. He referred to a constant problem with money and he attributed that to the distributors-to-be. Apparently distributors are just no good, and I’m sure everybody in the business would agree with that.
And there were boobs. Bare boobs. Nice. Big deal. But without good writing and good photography and good acting, boobs are just things that deserve better than what they got here. A boob is one of God’s greatest creations, and should be handled with care. It deserves proper framing and suitable presentation. If these things start jumping out at you when you least expect to see one . . . well, people will begin to regard them as ordinary and unimportant things and quit staring at them all the time. You could probably summarize this movie by saying that there were a lot of boobs in “Six Gun Women”. And that’s true. They were all over the screen and the audience was full of them too. Including me.
2 comments:
The real story is reaching for your dream even as flawed as it may turn out to be. It was a feature length film shot on 35mm with a cameo by William Smith of Laredo and Rich Man Poor Man fame. Yes it strove to be Winchester 73 and turned out to have more in common with Ishtar.
Hi Anon, you are right about the dream. I don't know how flawed it really was because the Dreamer, Tony Clay, encountered SO many roadblocks and detours. I forget how many years it took from start to finish but that act of perseverance was a real work of art in itself. Clay was a local guy too, at least he was local when he started the film, and he was in the theater during the presentation. The real problem was the story got lost, but that happens most of the time in movies anyway. Thanks for your comment. John
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