Posted by Randy Barnett:
Rio Bravo Reconsidered:  
http://volokh.com/archives/archive_2009_05_17-2009_05_23.shtml#1243113659


   Rio Bravo was never one of my favorite westerns but, but after reading
   [1]Haunted by the Memory of Her Song: Fifty Years of �Rio Bravo�, I
   may have to see it again. Here is how it begins:

     Exquisitely crafted, but never ostentatious. Pleasantly mellow, but
     never lazy. Thematically rich, but never preachy. Respectful of
     tradition, but never stolid. Deeply compassionate, but never
     descending into schmaltz. Five decades ago, a group of men now
     long-dead (and, it must be said, one smokin�-hot woman,
     still-living) followed an aged veteran director into the Arizona
     desert to make a humble, heartfelt western based firmly on
     quintessentially American notions of courage, decency, and good
     humor. The result of their collaboration, Rio Bravo (1959), remains
     one of the great visceral pleasures of cinema.
     Howard Hawks� masterpiece stemmed from his disgust with the joyless
     anti-heroics of uptight, melodramatic westerns like Fred
     Zinnemann�s High Noon (1952) and Delmer Daves� 3:10 to Yuma (1957)
     � dark �message movies� that seemed to revel in smugly depicting
     small-town Americans as cynics and cowards. The man behind such
     classics as Scarface (1932), Only Angels Have Wings (1939), To Have
     and Have Not (1944), Red River (1948), and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
     (1953) was in his early sixties in 1958, his career winding down
     after decades of constant production. He had interned for Famous
     Players-Lasky way back in 1916, and directed his first features in
     the mid-1920s. Thirty years later he was old and tired, and his
     last film, Land of the Pharaohs (1955), had been a disheartening
     flop. Since then, the previously prolific director hadn�t helmed a
     picture in three years, an unheard-of period of self-exile for a
     man who had cranked out movies regularly for decades. But the
     brazen slap across the face that High Noon had given America�s
     western mythology had bothered him. �I made Rio Bravo,� he later
     told an interviewer, �because I didn�t like High Noon. Neither did
     Duke. I didn�t think a good town marshal was going to run around
     town like a chicken with his head cut off asking everyone to help.
     And who saves him? His Quaker wife. That isn�t my idea of a good
     western.�

   I found this point particularly interesting:

     Most crucially, it was director Hawks who crafted John Wayne�s
     character into a master not only of action but of reaction, in the
     process establishing an overriding feeling of camaraderie that
     makes the film endlessly rewatchable. �John Wayne represents more
     force, more power than anyone else on screen,� Hawks claimed, and
     yet by dint of directorial will the star of Rio Bravo becomes
     everyone else�s straight man. During the course of the plot the
     Duke gets socked by Dean Martin (twice!), is verbally out-dueled by
     the precocious Ricky Nelson, suffers the outrageous behavior of
     Walter Brennan, is relentlessly teased by the ever-flirtatious
     Angie Dickinson, and is continuously rescued by all of the above.
     �You give everybody else the fireworks,� Wayne grumbled to Hawks at
     one point, �but I have to carry the damn thing.�
     And yet Hawks knew that, with a universe of talents at his
     disposal, Wayne�s secret weapon was always his generosity and
     humility as an actor, his penchant for binding himself and his ego
     to the needs of a picture. He was unparalleled in his ability to
     lend his potent movie-star glow to others in a scene, holding up
     the entire business like a grizzled, enduring Atlas. For Rio Bravo,
     the breakthrough came during one of Dean Martin�s many set-pieces,
     while Wayne was standing aside and watching glumly as Martin got to
     once again chew up the scenery with his performance. �What do I do
     while he�s playing all of these good scenes?� he finally asked
     Hawks in frustration.
     �Well,� Hawks replied, �you look at him as a friend.�
     Suddenly everything Hawks had been striving for, the entire
     emotional spectrum he was meticulously constructing, became clear.
     And throughout the finished Rio Bravo, you can go to any point and
     see the spectacular results of Wayne embracing Hawks� perceptive
     direction. Watch, for instance, the scene after Walter Brennan�s
     character Stumpy has almost killed Dean Martin by carelessly
     shooting at him through the jailhouse door. Wayne stands by as
     Brennan, one of the all-time great scene-stealing character actors,
     goes through an entire blabbering monologue of words and emotions
     that covers denial, mortification, and finally a resigned
     acceptance of responsibility. It�s all great stuff, hugely
     entertaining � but look closely at Wayne. Not a word spoken, not a
     single word. And yet his pitch-perfect reactions to each of
     Brennan�s lines gives the scene its touching pathos and power.
     Wayne spends virtually the entire film loaning his star power to
     others in this fashion, not acting so much as reacting, and using
     those reactions to give his co-stars a much brighter spotlight in
     which to shine. Indisputably, we have Howard Hawks to thank for
     that. The Duke was known to sometimes distrust and argue with
     lesser directors, but along with John Ford only Howard Hawks
     commanded his absolute respect. �Hawks I trust with my life,� he
     once declared, a sentiment amply proven by the fearless
     bigheartedness of his performance in Rio Bravo. Both star and
     director were so happy with the way their collaboration went (only
     their second time working together after Red River eleven years
     before) that they more or less remade the same plot twice more in
     later years, as El Dorado (1966) and Rio Lobo (1970). The
     relationship was a special one. Long after both Hawks and Wayne had
     died, Peter Bogdanovich (who knew both) recalled in an interview
     that �The last times I saw both Cary Grant and John Wayne, they
     both talked about Howard, about missing him.�

   While on the subject of John Wayne, consider this: [2]Guess Who�s the
   Third Most Popular Movie Star in America Today?

     No, it�s not any of those celebrities we�re told are stars.
     DiCaprio and George Clooney didn�t even make the top 10. Neither
     did Ashton Kutcher, Sean Penn, Brad Pitt, Seth Rogen, Matt Damon,
     Will Farrell, or Tom Cruise.
     Every year for about 15 years now, Harris Interactive has conducted
     a nationwide poll and asked a very simple question: �Who is your
     favorite movie star?� And every year since the taking of the poll
     one particular individual has placed in the top ten � 13 of those
     years in the top 3.
     This year, 2,388 U.S. adults were surveyed and this star rose three
     places to tie Will Smith for third. Only Denzel Washington and
     Clint Eastwood rank as more popular.
     One last hint before the reveal: This star is the only actor in the
     history of the poll to rank posthumously:

   John Wayne

References

   1. 
http://bighollywood.breitbart.com/lgrin/2009/05/03/haunted-by-the-memory-of-her-song-fifty-years-of-rio-bravo/
   2. 
http://bighollywood.breitbart.com/jjmnolte/2009/03/18/guess-whos-the-third-most-popular-movie-star-in-america-today/

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