By contributor Patrick Zabriskie
Summary: A daring, somber film that employs Hitchcock-style storytelling and continues Clint Eastwood’s darker revision of the West.
Review: For those of you who have seen the classic 1952 western ‘High Noon’, you will recall that its hero, a sheriff played by Gary Cooper, defeats four bandits in a small town but subsequently leaves it, presumably forever. The reason for his departure was that the townspeople themselves did not support the sheriff in his efforts. Though he pleaded with them for help to fight these men, they backed out of it, and left him to defend the town alone. And so the Sheriff leaves in anger and disappointment at those who were not willing to help themselves.
The reason I mention this is because this is an early example of the de-glorification of the West. The spirit of the pioneers, traditionally portrayed as courageous and humble, is instead shown as cowardly and, by extension, selfish. By failing to stand up against the antagonists of the film, the town folk in ‘High Noon’ become quasi-antagonistic themselves. It’s a more complex, albeit sadder spirit for westerns, and it must have been a surprise to people in 1952. ‘High Plains Drifter’ in 1973, directed by and starring Clint Eastwood, takes this vision one step further.
The opening of the film appears normal enough. After the credits, accompanied by some notably eerie music, a stranger (Eastwood) wanders into the dusty western town of Lago and is immediately confronted by three loud-mouthed gunmen who threaten to kill him. Of course this is a Clint Eastwood movie, and a quick shoot-out silences them forever. The town then petitions the stranger to stay and defend them against three more outlaws who were arrested in the town some time earlier but are soon to be released from prison. After much convincing, he agrees.
Much like ‘High Noon’, the people of Lago are spineless. Even with guns in their hands, loaded and pointed at the outlaws as they ride into town, not one of them has the conviction to shoot. Unlike the people of ‘High Noon’, however, the people of Lago are not just cowardly. They also harbor a terrible secret, a gruesome murder for which the whole town, driven by greed, is guilty.
It is the total destruction of the Classic Western Spirit that Eastwood explores in this movie. What was suggested two decades earlier as cowardliness is now realized in 1973 as spineless avarice. Absent here are the hardworking, courageous, and noble people whom we’ve come to expect from the West. Gone is the glorification of Manifest Destiny. Gone is the belief that the settlers brought morality and true civilization to the wilderness. Clint Eastwood dares to show the dark side of the pioneers: settlers too afraid to do what is right and selfish enough to break any law of God or Man. Here is a world where the people themselves are their own worst enemies.
Clint Eastwood took his already-then fabled Man With No Name character to a new, dark depth in this film. In addition to his gruff attitude and fast draw, there’s something strangely mysterious about him. He has a ghost-like quality; something quasi-supernatural. The climactic showdown at the end, in which only his silhouette is seen, only adds to this mystery. He’s not simply a stranger anymore; He’s something more. A force of nature itself; a roaring tempest guided only by the winds, exacting vengeance where he sees fit, be it on outlaws or the town folk. Never before and never since have Eastwood’s nameless drifters held such power and wonder simultaneously.
Simply put this is an excellently executed film. It feels truly original and, though somber, is wonderfully engrossing. The film’s inherent darkness and great mystery, as well as a key twist at the end, are evocative of Hitchcock’s work. If Alfred Hitchcock had ever been in an ominous sort of mood, he might have made a film like ‘High Plains Drifter’.
In short, ‘High Plains Drifter’ is another great Western from a man who was famous for reinventing them. At times is suffers from being a bit too intense, but overall it’s fine craftsmanship shines through to the end. This is one of the grittiest, most somber Westerns ever made, but if you can handle it, it’s worth a watch.