The last ten minutes is about the true taste of westerns. It seems to be a peaceful memorial to that passing time. Perhaps, it is enough to make up for my complaint over an hour earlier.
This is not a splendid movie. The girl avenged her father. She was linked with two unreliable police detectives. They tracked all the way. There was no climax and zero bursts. It's just the tense moment at the end of the film that highlights a bit of feeling.
However, I believe in the greatness of Westerns. Go on the road for enemies, or do nothing, bloodstained, tired horses, mud, broad mountains, distant sky, muddy boots, the blessing at the waist, the trousers with the sharp knives hidden in the legs, the pickled old cowboys, the dirt, immediately Gunfight. There is no end to it, there is a world here.
Clean and clean is not part of the texture of a western film. Even if a woman is beautiful, she is also aggressive. Cowboy blood dripped from the linen shirt.
I like the way of doing things, direct, neat, deadly with a single shot, no connection, no tears, strong, fearless, loyalty, action is love.
That girl, my type. I hope I can grow up like this.
The wicked flee without chasing them, but the righteous are as brave as a lion. Words in the Bible. It's a good footnote to this film.
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