Tuesday, July 3, 2012

The Oscar Project #65: Unforgiven (1992)



Unforgiven is a work of genius, one of those rare films where I felt like I was experiencing greatness while I was watching it. I expected it to be good, but I was completely taken off guard by how much I loved it. It was nearly perfect.

Clint Eastwood is one of the immortal legends of American cinema, and his very presence in a film means something. That’s not to say that every one of his movies is good; that’s far from the truth. But particularly in the latter part of his career, his face carries such a heavy symbolic weight that he hardly needs to say anything at all. Of course, Eastwood is typically at his best when he’s silent.

Eastwood, as the “reformed” outlaw William Munny, has plenty of lines in Unforgiven, but he delivers them in a way that lets us know that he never says anything without contemplating it deeply. He has acquired a deep wisdom, both from his worst days and from his best days. But he knows he will never truly be a good man, for he has committed unspeakable atrocities, sins that he can never atone for.

Everything in the film comes together so seamlessly, a characteristic that can also mostly be attributed to Eastwood, who directed the movie himself. It opens with the crime that will set the plot in motion, in which two men attack a prostitute, cutting her face open with a knife. The women pool their money together to put a bounty on the men’s heads, but when Sheriff Little Bill Daggett gets wind of it, he sees it as his duty to put a stop to it. No man will disturb the peace in his town.

The first man to try is English Bob, the Duke of Death, who is constantly harping on the superiority of royalty over a president. Some have criticized his appearance as irrelevant, but I think it serves an important purpose. Before Munny, along with his friend Ned Logan (Morgan Freeman) and the kid who recruited him (known only as the Schofield Kid, played by Jaimz Woolvett), even arrive in town, we’ve already seen how it plays out for English Bob. The supposedly legendary gunman is humiliated, beaten to a pulp, thrown in prison, and then kicked out of town.

Even if it doesn’t matter to the plot, it is important in developing Little Bill as a character. He is the sheriff, so in one sense he’s just doing his duty by getting rid of outside invaders. But on the other hand, he is a man so ruthless that he will stop at nothing. He’s not going to be easy to deal with once Munny, Logan, and the Kid show up.

We all got it comin', kid.
To me, the plot of the film, though well-written and superbly realized, was of secondary importance, so I won’t go into further detail about what happens when the men arrive. The genius of the film lies in the way it treats its characters. It has almost a film noir take on morality; nobody is completely good or completely bad. Everybody is capable of evil, and virtually everyone commits it in one form or another.

Munny and Logan are lifelong outlaws. The Schofield Kid is an aspiring one. Little Bill has killed many men and seems to take pleasure in torturing criminals. The original victim is a prostitute, and she does not protest the attempt to put a bounty on her attackers’ heads. They are all touched by sin.

And Unforgiven does not take the traditional genre approach to dealing with good and evil; how can it when everybody is a little of each? Death seems to strike randomly. In one of the many brilliant lines from the movie, Munny, before killing a man, says, “Deserve’s got nothing to do with it.”

And he’s right. If it were simply a question of who’s committed the most evil deeds, Munny would be on the receiving end. But real life is not like a traditional Western. The good guy doesn’t always win, and the bad guy doesn’t always lose. Sometimes it just comes down to who gets lucky.

Unforgiven was only the third Western to win Best Picture, and it is also the most recent[1]. Strangely enough, from 1927 to 1990 there was only one, and then two won in three years between 1990 and 1992. Not bad from a period when the genre was already presumed to be dead.

I cannot recommend this film highly enough. It’s virtually guaranteed to go in my top ten list from The Oscar Project. It’s beautifully written, acted, and filmed. What more can you want? You can’t really get anything else.


[1] Although I’d argue that No Country for Old Men has definite Western elements to it.

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