The presence of L.Q. Jones and a typically sweaty Warren Oates among this latter group offers a salty taste of the Peckinpah to come, yet for much of its running time, Ride plays like a natural development of those digressive, Hawksian studies in male cameraderie for an audience coming to expect something more progressive from their entertainments. (One highpoint is Hartley and Jones's spectacularly tacky and discomforting wedding in a brothel, presided over by a drunken judge, with a trio of whores as makeshift maids of honour.) Certainly, there's an acknowledgement the times are a-changin', but Peckinpah himself appears determined to cling to the best of the old West. For all that Lucien Ballard's cinematography - crisp and misty, as required - is lovely (and a genre benchmark for the time), it pales when set against the sight of two very watchable screen veterans comporting themselves with the utmost decency and gentility.
(July 2010)
Ride the High Country screens on Channel 4 this Tuesday at 1.20pm.
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