The western genre has near enough become obsolete in this generation of cinema; it was a fixture of film from the 30’s to the 60’s in particular, a paradigm of stand-offs were regular dénouements. This is not to say that it has been completely lost, over the past year we have seen Hillary Swank in the good-but-not-great ‘The Homesman’, and Mads Mikkelsen in the rather exciting ‘The Salvation’. However, if this was, say 1955, a western would arrive every other week. Films like Slow West offer the possibility of resurgence in a once crowded genre.
Maclean recalls the ambience of Sergio Garrone’s ‘Django the
Bastard’ in his oneiric sequences, and, with the assistance of Irish
cinematographer Robbie Ryan, beautifully frames a vast landscape, which
reminisces Winton Hoch’s own work on ‘The Searchers’ and, of course, Terrence
Malick. Maclean’s main focus though is his characters, sweat, blood and tears are
extensively realised both in his own dialogue, ‘love is universal – like
death’, and the defined features of each performer. Smit-McPhee plays love and
heartbreak with assurance and wears his feelings for all to see. Fassbender’s
greatness is in his grit, controlled anger and quiet intensity, like a
cross-breed of Charles Bronson and Clint Eastwood. His grandeur is in his
minimalist style, the smallest of traits, and the renegade Silas facilitates
these qualities. Ben Mendelsohn as Payne, also after the bounty along with his
gang, menaces most in moments of perceived geniality. His affability when
bumping into Jay and Silas is of course a façade, which gleefully forebodes the
climactic shoot out. Pistorius enchants as Rose in her equanimity, she is
perhaps too strong-willed for young Jay. New Zealand too acts as a stunning
backdrop for 1870’s Colorado.
Slow West is a highly original, melodic composition. Yet,
its influences by great films and great directors are palpable, and it will
hopefully influence others to find the old west on the map, and start shooting.
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