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Mainly, however, Leone created a totally distinctive placevoluptuous, even elegiac, in its rabble-rousing cynicism. ("To me, cinema is adventure, legend," was his suitably kitsch credo). Frontier towns with the look of decaying movie sets nestle in landscapes of Martian desolation. Everyone needs a bath and drinks their whiskey from the bottle. Biblical plaguesdust, flies, thirstunderscore an ethos of universal sadism. You know you're in Leone country the moment a huge, unshaven face lolls across the wide, wide screen and one of Ennio Morricone's twanging, banshee-shriek themes rises on the soundtrack like a vamp for the Last Judgment.
These movies can never work on TV; their use of space is tonic. Epic vistas are joltingly juxtaposed with mega-close-ups. The three-way shoot-out that ends The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (1967), amid corrida fanfares and tolling bells in a graveyard half the size of Texas, is one of the great set pieces in Western history. The outrageously prolonged Once Upon a Time in the West credit sequence exemplifies the whole Leone aesthetic of exaggerated spectacle and revisionist grunge. Three gruesome pug-uglies wait in a dilapidated station for the train that will bring their intended victim. Framed so tightly that each drop of sweat becomes a visual event, the sequence is less a parody of High Noon than of Mount Rushmore.
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The son of a director and an actress, Leone was born into the faith. He was a teenage extra in The Bicycle Thief, worked on half the Hollywood movies made at Cinecitta during the '50s, and broke into direction with the cheesy Supertotalscope sword-and-sandal muscle-man flicks the French call peplumsthe 1959 remake of The Last Days of Pompeii and the surprisingly credible Colossus of Rhodes (1961). Perhaps something of a roguein 1961 Robert Aldrich fired him, for loafing, from the Sodom and Gomorrah second unitLeone had an epiphany when he saw the 1962 Akira Kurosawa samurai flick Yojimbo, shamelessly plagiarizing it in his first, enormously successful low-budget western, A Fistful of Dollars (1964).
There had been 25 Italian oat operas made before Leone's but he put the mode on the map. Like the Beatles and the Trinitron, his spaghetti westerns marked the internationalization of American pop culture. A Fistful of Dollars and its follow-ups, For a Few Dollars More (1965) and The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (1967), rehabilitated TV cowboy Clint Eastwood as the last western hero. Leone's sense of the quintessential American genre was at once more abstract and more violently naturalistic than Hollywood's. Bringing a taste for recurring flashbacks and a knack for peplum crowd shots, he raised the magnitude of the slaughter while eschewing the patriotic self-glorification that traditionally came with the territory.
Throughout the convoluted course of The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Eastwood's scuzzy bounty hunter, Lee Van Cleef's reptilian hired killer, and Eli Wallach's blasphemous bandit (an infinitely sly, violent, opportunistic Everyman) form and dissolve various alliances, littering the screen with corpses as they search for an elusive box of gold coins. The plot keeps intersecting the fringes of the Civil War, consistently presented as a far larger and more meaningless bloodbath than anything in which the principals get mixed up.
Flush with the success of the Dollars trilogy, Leone journeyed to Hollywood to find backing for a gangster epic. But The Godfather was still several years in the future and instead, Paramount made him an offer he couldn't refuse: carte blanche to do another western with Henry Fonda as star. Thus, even as Sam Peckinpah embarked on The Wild Bunch, Leone conceived of Once Upon a Time in the West (1969) as his western to end all westerns"a ballet of the dead." There was nothing else quite like it. As coaxed and teased by Morricone's remark able scorea swelling, keening mélange of slowed-down Neapolitan street songs, yé-yé, choral requiems, and Ventures guitar licksthe film is constantly reading and readjusting its thermostat, from self-parody to nostalgia, from myth mongering to spectacle.
But this exercise in glacial pacing and rampant grandiloquencechosen to open AMMI's retroproved as dormant at the box office as its predecessors were successful. Leone was cast into darkness. He directed only two more moviesboth male love stories in the form of flawed, violent epics. Revisiting the lumpen leftism of the Dollars trilogyalthough the opening quote from Chairman Mao is missing from the studio print AMMI is screeningA Fistful of Dynamite (a/k/a Duck, You Sucker, 1972) has an exiled Irish terrorist (James Coburn) and a Mexican bandit (Rod Steiger in the Eli Wallach part) inadvertently swept into the revolutionary maelstrom of 1913 Mexico. Overtly Third Worldist (and at times almost Eisensteinian in its class-conscious agitprop), the movie dwells on the wreck of revolutionary dreams, Leone's not the least.
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