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Project: 100 Westerns: Part Four: Gunless; Ride in a Whirlwind; Dark Command; Almost Heroes

Oi Outlawians,

This is the fourth installment of Project: 100 Westerns. I’m angling to watch 100 Westerns this year, and if you’re keeping count, you can see I’m way behind! 😵

Here’s the next batch of movies, selected on whim and vibes:


#12. Gunless (2010)

Movie poster for Gunless. The Montana Kid, played by Paul Gross, in profile

Way, WAY back in the day, a teenage me used to riffle through IMDB like I was a card shark with a fresh deck. This was back when the Internet Movie Database was one of the more complete and robust sources of information on the nascent web, and as I was introduced to more and more classic and mature films, I was enamored with the resource IMDB offered. I mention this because IMDB also has pages for movies in pre-production, and that’s how I first came across Gunless. This was before 2005, and for whatever reason, a Canadian Western where the gunslinger is not revered like he is just south seemed like a concept that could work. I took a mental note to check that movie out, then like most teen things, it faded into the mist of memory – however every few years I’d think “I wonder why they never made that Canadian Western about the displaced outlaw?” then subsequently would forget about it again.

So, I was pretty surprised to see Gunless show up across my screen when combing the apps for a weekend Western viewing. I didn’t think it existed!

The movie centers on “The Montana Kid” (Paul Gross), a man who drifts into a very small Canadian town and quickly discovers the residents don’t care about nor understand the Wild West way of doing things. He’s a spectacle to these common folk, and while rife with that famed Canadian politeness, their interactions with him border on scoffing. The Montana Kid, also known as Sean, is dismayed by the lack of urgent violence, and spends most of the movie adjusting to his new atmosphere. 

I’ve written before that the Western Comedy doesn’t work as well as filmmakers and audiences might like. There’s a tonal tension between the savagery of the West and humor that does not square under most circumstances, especially under the scope of time and changing tastes. Gunless, though, I think hits the mark and is a legitimately funny and entertaining flick. The use and role of violence is the humor, and it satirizes the Western genre without veering into territories of parody. 

Gross plays the fish out of water role very well, alternating between the gruff ne’er-do-well and confused newcomer through just about every scene. When he tries to settle disputes through threat or intimidation the townspeople put him in his place with a quip or a shrug, which totally throws him off his game. The subtext is a gentle needling of American tastes, views and values, and it’s done in a brotherly, amusing sort of way that gets the idea across while not making it the totality of the piece. 

I really enjoyed the movie, it’s pretty low budget but you don’t notice that too much between the plot movements and the capable cast. I definitely recommend it, probably one of the better “modern” Westerns I’ve seen. It gets points for originality and execution!


#13. Ride in a Whirlwind (1966)

Movie poster for Ride in a Whirlwind. Nicholson up top, a posse on horseback on the bottom.

 

“They’ve seen their last sunrise.”

Before he was the coolest guy in Hollywood, and one of the world’s most accomplished actors, Jack Nicholson was sort of a writer-producer in the movie game. A sputtering start to his career gave rise to his work behind the camera, and Ride in the Whirlwind is placed in this era, released just a few years before Easy Rider.

Filmed back-to-back with the more notable The Shooting, this movie is like when you buy bulk at Costco or Sam’s Club: “hey if we’re already here may as well stock up”. Featuring basically the same cast, crew, locale and director (Monte Hellman), it’s also considered an “acid Western”, which I feel like is one of the haziest labels in the entire genre. 

In 1966, the revisionist Western was just emerging from the studio machine, and its close cousin the acid Western was budding at the same time. Like most long-running genres, when the people who grew up watching a certain type of media begin working in that same arena, they will often try to break down and invert the conventions and commonalities in order to challenge audiences. Ride in the Whirlwind, light on some of the more trippy elements that sometimes define acid Western, is certainly oriented to do that. This is a movie that does nothing to glorify the western frontier. It’s closed off and claustrophobic, violence is random and without honor and by the end there’s no one to really root for. In the era it debuted, it likely felt more grave and important than it would today. I can respect that.

With that said, I didn’t find this movie too engaging or poignant. It’s a poor man’s The Ox-Bow Incident. The plot: A set of three cowboys run into a gang of outlaws, a mob mistakenly groups them all into one bad sect, and the cowboys commit crimes in their increasingly desperate attempt to escape. The down mood of the film is understandable in what it’s trying to do, de-romanticize the Western and condemn mob justice, but the characters, scenery, dialogue and action are pretty bland. This may jive with the acid Western coda however it does little for the movie as a standalone piece. This is clearly a low-budget project, yet the old adage of “desperation breeding innovation” didn’t seem to stick here. 

I gave this a pretty low score on the All-True letterboxd, but it’s not overly offensive in quality if you’re looking for a Nicholson fix.


#14. Dark Command (1940)

Movie poster for Dark Command. Drawings of actors John Wayne, Claire Trevor and Walter Pidgeon populate the image.

 

“You’re fighting for the host of darkness and the devil’s riding beside you.”

You might describe my view on John Wayne as agnostic.

Never really had a high or low opinion of the Western genre’s most recognizable actor. He’s good to great in some stuff, average to whatever in other projects. It seems nostalgia is the main driver when it comes to Wayne opinions, and well, he was before my time. 

The title of Dark Command is what caught my eye first. I knew it to be a sort of historical piece on the Civil War-era Middle West region, and I kind of stayed away from it because, uh, the quality and tone of a movie about the happenings in and around Kansas during this period depend greatly on the script and direction. I mean that’s the case with every movie, but this one wades into some murky territory. 

Dark Command follows Bob Seton (Wayne) and “Doc” (Gabby Hayes) as they enter Lawrence, Kansas. The two have a bit of a scam operation going, Bob picks fights with mouthy jerks and Doc pulls whatever teeth may be loosened. When they enter Lawrence, they make the acquaintance of schoolteacher William Cantrell (Walter Pidgeon), a surrogate for the real-life William Quantrill, a notorious guerilla fighter that was so aggressive and brutal in his tactics that the Confederacy decommissioned him following the events depicted in this movie. 

The portrayal of Cantrell/Quantrill is fairly benign, presenting us with an intelligent man frustrated with his station and angered that a cowpoke like Bob can win a Marshal position that he coveted. Cantrell also is eager for the affections of Mary McCloud (Claire Trevor), the daughter of Lawrence’s banker, which Bob is also in competition for. Seeing no other path for his ambition, Cantrell turns toward a sinister path, attacking and stealing from both sides of the conflict, then using stolen Confederate uniforms to pose as legitimate soldiers in order to pilfer more good and influence. 

Despite all this action by the movie’s antagonist, Wayne’s Bob is the primary focus. Wayne plays the undereducated and overly earnest Texan with bravado and charm. There’s a certain “aw shucks” quality to the character that is backed by a large stature and a heavy fist. He is at his most charming when in the presence of Mary, fumbling over words and smiling a little too much, and glowers at the appropriate times too, like when he softly confronts Cantrell about his extracurricular activities outside of the town. 

An interesting component to the film are some of the tidbits and footnotes to the production. This marks the first time that Wayne and Raoul Walsh worked together since when the director discovered him in 1929; this film is second reunion for Wayne and Trevor after co-starring in the previous year’s Stagecoach; and this is the only time that Wayne and Roy Rogers (who plays Mary’s brother Fletch) worked together in their storied careers. Also (as posted on reddit recently) there is a really ambitious stunt involving horses diving off a cliff. It stands out in a movie from this era, if only because you’ll ask “hey, are those beasts OK…?”

Despite some anachronisms, the plot of this film hides many folds, and the characters ebb together adequately. Overall, a pretty good Golden Age offering.


#15. Almost Heroes (1998)

Movie poster for Almost Heroes. Actors Chris Fairley and Matthew Perry stand near a sign post indicating all the danger of the frontier

 

Screamed lines, indecipherable shouting, fidgety physicality – in his final role, we got Farley at his most Farley.

A Comedy Western set in 1804, the movie centers on the previously unknown counterparts to explorers Lewis & Clark as they attempt to beat the famous expedition to the Pacific Ocean. Leslie Edwards (Matthew Perry) is a milksop-y aristocrat who enlists supposedly seasoned tracker and guide Bartholomew Hunt (Chris Farley) to help with the mission in exchange for riches and glory. 

Imma be frank with you, this movie, despite its premise, cast, director and setting, is pretty poor. It’s fiercely goofy in the way a lot of 90s comedies are, but not misses the tonal mark unlike other Farley hits like Beverly Hills Ninja or Tommy Boy. The jokes are shallow and gross, there’s too much reliance on Hunt’s ineptitude as a source of humor and a real lack of surprises or ingenuity in plot turns keeps the viewer from getting too engaged. Also, the movie just sort of dissipates into what we’re forced to consider an ending – it almost feels like the studio felt like there would be a sequel. 

So yeah, it’s not bad-bad, but it’s not good-bad either. 

This is Christopher Guest’s weakest turn as a director, and despite some legitimate acting chops in the names of Perry, Farley, Eugene Levy, Bokeem Woodbine, Kevin Dunn, etc. no one can really save this effort. 

That said, you can do worse in frittering away 90 minutes. There’s a few scraps of meat on this bone, and I chuckled at parts. Still, Almost Heroes is probably best left to those who greatly enjoy the works of Perry and/or Farley.


Another batch of movies in the bag!

On April 7th, 2025, we debut our newest short comic. Be sure to mosey back for a looksee.

Westward!

 

~Jamil

Comic Four: The Good of Bad

Welcome back blacklegs, 

It feels like we just launched All-True Outlaw, and yet somehow, we’re already at Comic Four in the catalogue. I’m smacked with anticipation and dread and joy and regret and pride and nervousness every month, on rotation. Regardless of the wax and wane of various human emotions, I am entirely grateful to anyone reading these words right now. Thank you for your patronage, the best is yet to come. 

This month’s comic is titled “The Good of Bad” and concerns itself with a pair of brothers who enter a California railroad town after a big score. The plot of this story is loosely inspired by the 1870s Oregon land scandal, which involved the state’s congressional politicians using drunken saloon-goers to buy cheap railway-adjacent land parcels to then transfer to lumber companies for big profit. Good thing the age of the robber baron is over, yeah?

Every story has an antagonist, but what I think is interesting about the Western genre is the celebration of bad guys. The rise of revisionist/Spaghetti Western in the 1970s flipped conventions and subverted expectations, often the villains in these works are more engaging than the heroes. Molded by the harshness of frontier justice and the inherent violence of a landscape light on enforceable law, the guy who shot first and asked questions later became something of a paragon for behavior in the badlands. 

Some of these ideas were at the forefront of my mind when scripting “The Good of Bad”. How undesirable attributes in a civilized society might be welcomed in a place beset with cumbersome dispositions. The way uneasy alliances are made under duress. The struggle between the people looking to work and nurture the fecund land and those looking to exploit it. These are weighty ideas, so our four-page comic doesn’t delve deeply into them, but instead skitters across the surface like a flat rock over pond water. 

“The Good of Bad” sketch art

For this comic, I had the pleasure to work with Marcelino Rodriguez again. Mark is the first artist I ever conversated with online. Nearly fifteen years ago (holy shit), shortly after graduating from Pitt, I realized that there was nothing really stopping me from diving straight into my lifelong ambition of creating comics. Back then, there weren’t a lot of great forums for meeting other creators, so posting on DigitalWebbing or Zwol (a long defunct webcomic’s message board) was truly the only way to solicit or collaborate. 

Mark and I have danced around a few projects over the years, and in 2020 collaborated on a contest entry for Platform Comics’ 10k Challenge, which presented creators with a random-ish prompt and gave them about a week to plot and draw a short comic. We were granted the prompt “AI love story” and made it into a cute little sinister rom-com titled “Servercrossed” (which you can read and/or download here!). When I started revving the idea engine for All-True, I knew I had to finally fulfill the prophecies and work with Mark on a full script project. I’ve always admired Mark’s eye for page design and sturdy figure drawing. He nails every page and panel of the script. 

Jahch provided us letters on this new story as well as “Servercrossed”. He completes the circle on transforming this collection of art and words into a story. The font styles are straightforward while being fun – I truly enjoy the choices he made in both comics. 

All in all, these comics represents what the medium is all about: experimentation in genre, working with talented people and putting it in front of an eager audience.

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Westward!

 

~Jamil

 

 

 

 

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Project: 100 Westerns: Part Three: God Forgives…I Don’t!, The Drover’s Wife, Hidalgo; Robbers’ Roost

Wattup western-fans,

You’re reading the 3rd entry in Project: 100 Westerns. I’m angling to watch 100 Westerns in 2025.

As a reminder, I’m picking these movies with no criteria in mind. Just whatever seems Western enough. I’m always up for suggestions, especially if they’re unheralded or plain weird!


#8. God Forgives…I Don’t! (1969)

Movie poster for God Forgives...I Don't. The main character hangs upsidedown, another image shows him throwing dynamite

People mill about on a sunny train platform, speaking in excited voices and offering friendly gestures. A train pulls to the busy station. Onboard are corpses, a bloody heap of dead passengers. One man jostles himself back to consciousness and skitters off into the hills over a cacophony of screams. 

That’s how God Forgives…I Don’t! opens. A surreal and ugly scene setting the foundation for a series of plot mysteries and subsequent violence. Don’t think too hard on if or how the conductor is still alive (as the train did stop at a station, I’ll assume that was not automated back in the 1800s), just immerse yourself in the Spaghetti Western goodness. 

The first of eighteen films co-starring Terrence Hill and Bud Spencer, this tale of debauchery and crime won’t blow your hair back, but does just enough to keep you engaged throughout. It’s the typical Italian Western, the good guys are cool and gaudy, the villains gross and unpredictable. While the picture quality is a little bit rough, the competent direction by Giuseppe Colizzi gives the endeavor enough spine to hold it upright. 

The story has some intrigue. It starts with a slow-boiling poker game that bubbles over into a peculiar gun duel between Hill’s lead character, Cat Stevens (oh baby, it’s a wild world!), and prime antagonist Bill San Antonio (Frank Wolff). The two men are acquainted and even supposedly a touch friendly, but Bill is adamant they should duel in a burning building and instructs his men to let Cat, also referred to as “Pretty Face”, go without harm if he wins. After some hijinks regarding stolen treasure, Cat is told by another former gang partner, “Jackass” (Spencer), that Bill is likely alive and the mastermind behind the train massacre/robbery from the opening scene. 

No one particularly likable possesses much screen time in this film. It’s bandit-on-bandit violence, and we sort of root for the intense-eyed Pretty Face through obligation. He’s a smug guy, played with a little too much bravado by Hill (who won the role the day before filming), but tonally the movie makes that work. I think this was supposed to be a little bit of a comedy, too. 

The movie is just good enough that I’m actually interested in its follow-ups: Ace High and Boot Hill, which conveniently aren’t available on the streaming platform I used to watch God Forgives…I Don’t! You gotta love our new media landscape. 


#9. The Drover’s Wife: The Legend of Molly Johnson (2021)

Movie poster for The Drover's Wife. Molly Johnson faces toward the viewer holding a long gun

I needed a small break from the Westerns of yore and sought something a little more contemporary. After some perusing, I landed on this Australian Western released in 2021.

(A short aside but has anyone noticed how many low budget Westerns have been made in the last few years? They’re all over the streaming apps. Someone’s chasing that Yellowstone money!)

I came away deeply impressed by this cleanly shot movie adapted from a 130 year old short story by Harry Lawson. It follows Molly Johnson (Leah Purcell), a woman living in the Snowy Mountains with her children, as she deals with new visitors and the threat they bring to her family. She’s a hard woman made by hard times, and through her actions the plot unfolds in intriguing ways. 

I totally get it if you don’t consider Australian-set movies to be a traditional Western. I recently wrote about what I consider to be firmly inside the genre and what sits on its outer edge, and I can appreciate placing this type of story outside the “actual Western” category, but man, this has all the trappings of a standard Old West tale. Rugged landscapes, nascent civilization, earnest lawmen, widespread savagery, native struggles; you could easily swap out American people, places and lingo and it would feel right at home in settings like Texas, Montana or Oregon. 

The film mostly concerns itself with the hardships of women in the 19th century and their continuous fight for justice in a time when justice is only starting to be a concept evenly applied. It’s not a happy story, by any means, but certainly an undertold one. The family history of Molly and her relationship with the land and its people is poignant. The themes and messages embedded in the plot don’t hit you over the head too hard, but definitely make sure you know what’s what by the end. 

Leah Purcell, also the writer and director, is very good in The Drover’s Wife, demonstrating steely resolve as Molly. She rarely opens up or even emotes, but her determination to protect her pack is apparent in every stern line and gun blast. Aborigine outlaw Yadaka (Rob Collins), provides an incredible counterbalance to her, offering bits of reflective positivity and crucial context to her tale, and the local sergeant (Sam Reid) and his wife (Jessica Elise De Gouw) round out the cast nicely. 

Mostly though, I have to give kudos to Purcell for shooting a really pretty flick, particularly the slow exposure shots of the sky and celestial bodies. It really is a complete product, and I think it is worth a watch if you’re like me and enjoy a modern look at the olden days.  

I also got to learn the term “sparrow’s fart”, which is neat!


#10. Hidalgo (2004)

Movie poster for Hidalgo. On the top, a headshot of actor Viggo Mortensen; on the bottom, Viggo and the titular horse ride across the desert

“Underrated” is a tough word to apply. 

“Underrated to whom?” is the follow-up question. With the modern media landscape, it’s uncommon for a piece of recent art to go underseen or undervalued. There’s a fan group for just about anything, and most artistic efforts are met with at least a little fanfare. “Underrated” is subjective, for the most part. 

So I ask, how the hell does Hidalgo only have a 46% rating on Rotten Tomatoes??

I first saw this movie about 15-20 years ago when I was just getting into the Western genre. Viggo Mortensen as a cowboy in an exotic locale? Sign me up. I remember thinking then it was a fabulous film – high adventure, interesting characters, gorgeous settings and a plot with enough turns to keep you on your toes throughout. In so many ways, it seemed to be a complete work. 

Since then, I’ve rarely, if ever, seen this movie suggested, heralded or even mentioned. When I fired it up last week, I was halfway expecting it to not hold up to the modern eye. Its ambition in regards to story and subject matter, a tale of culture shock and identity, seemed ready to step in quicksand. I thought it likely that this movie aged like camel’s milk.  From attitudes to tech, a lot has changed in twenty years.

Let me say then: Hidalgo fucking slaps.

The story follows Frank Hopkins (Mortensen), a Wild West show performer and accomplished longrider, as he and his horse Hidalgo are whisked across the world to compete in a race across Saudi Arabia’s “Ocean of Fire”. Frank is reluctant to participate, but the promise of a huge payday compels the generally listless and dejected man to give it a shot, despite Hidalgo’s age and decline as a racer. 

Director Joe Johnston has an impressive track record of helming films with spectacle and action. I would hold up the quality of Hidalgo to Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, The Rocketeer or the first (MCU) Captain America movie. The tonal pitch of these all hit the sweet spot of danger, humor and poignancy in a way that appeals to wide audiences, and Hidalgo might have the most to say. Frank Hopkins is a talented man, and his skills put him in peril and helps him escape as well. His rustic sensibilities clash with the haughty hierarchy of the Arab world, but the humanity we all share is demonstrated, too. This movie does an amazing job of keeping the antagonism hidden and shifting, many elements seem pitted against Frank, and it takes several story beats to discern where his allies lie, and what they offer. 

It’s curious that this movie is not more popular or known. Some of that I think is from the atmosphere around its debut. In the opening we’re told: “Based on the life of Frank T. Hopkins” and Disney marketed this as a true story. Upon scrutiny, it is likely that much of the story is exaggerated, and many claims the real life Hopkins made about his exploits seem dubious.  Additionally, consider the year this debuted. There was a clear shift in attitude toward the Arab world during this time, and that likely had a chilling effect when it comes to Western (both the Old West and Western society) moviegoers. I think these two factors hurt the perception of this movie, even now.

I was half-expecting a clunky story full of dated stereotypes and techniques, rather I found a thoughtful, inspired script executed by a seasoned filmmaker and stocked with a talented cast, all the way down to the beast that plays the titular horse. I love the pink/orange wide shots of the desert, the hostile environment and creeping savagery of the setting. One of my fave Westerns of the modern age, and maybe one of the best horse-centric films ever made. Truly underrated.


#11. Robbers’ Roost (1955)

Movie poster for Robbers' Roost. The movies villain holds a gun while shouting. On the bottom of the poster the film's hero holds onto a damsel.

First off, don’t read the description of this movie, it gives away part of the end!

Robbers’ Roost, starring George Montgomery and Richard Boone, is the second attempt at adapting a Zane Grey novel of the same name. It’s decidedly Good, but the opening and closing are both clunky/choppy in a way that bars it from regions of Great. 

Our hero is an apparent wanderer named “Tex” (Montgomery) who is offered a job by Hays (Boone), a local rustler, to join his gang and work as ranch hands for “Bull” Herrick (Bruce Bennett), a disabled man with about 6000 head of cattle. When Tex, Hays and the rest show up to the ranch, they discover their rival gang, led by Heesman (Peter Graves), is there too, employed by Herrick to do the same job of projecting the herd. Apparently, Herrick believes the two groups will watch each other and cancel out the tomfoolery. 

Now, this doesn’t seem too intelligent to me, but hey, that’s the plot opener. Herrick does seem like a desperate man, so his attempt at employing criminals may make sense in that context.

Things complicate when his sister Helen (Sylvia Findley) comes to town to convince him to sell the property and get medical treatment for his spinal injury. Her presence stirs drama at the ranch, several men lust for her and others leap to protect her honor. Tex, a self-described “woman-hater”, is assigned to chaperone Helen, and they form a bond that borders on romantic. Naturally, Hays and Heesman plot to betray Herrick and steal the cattle and in the fray, Helen is also abducted, which pushes Tex into reluctant hero mode. 

If you can get past the disjointed choreography of the final showdown, Robbers’ Roost is an astute and flavorful Western. The performances carry it most of the way. Montgomery is a convincing justice-seeker type, and Boone is masterful as the smiley rogue.


Part Three of Project: One Hundred Westerns is complete, it’s sorta a struggle to actually fire these movies up (there is so much to watch these days!) but it’s almost always an enlightening experience when I do.

Be sure to check in March 3rd, 2025 for our newest short comic.

Westward!

 

~Jamil

Comic Three: Satterwhite & Fosgrove

Yo yeggs,

Years ago, in the beforetimes (pre-pandemic), I wrote the words “Satterwhite” and “Fosgrove” in a blank Word doc. 

The seed of an idea is a wondrous thing of mystery and mayhem. I knew I wanted to do a buddy cop thing, but who they were, what they were chasing, the world they inhabited – those were basically TBD. Every once in a while, I’d come back to the Word doc and add a bit or a piece, ideas orbiting around a hazy core. Then, BAM – one idea latched on, and then BAM – another grafted.

As the synapsis fired, so did my “story bible”, that all-important background document that keeps a writer’s messy musings in somewhat discernible order. Quickly, I had a full-fledged idea. Then the hard labor started.

Concept art #1

“Satterwhite & Fosgrove” is likely the most ambitious story I’ve written, a piece that borrows from the genres of noir, pulp, adventure and coming-of-age tales. It concerns itself with core principles of the Old West: opportunity, identity and reinvention, but also deep dives into the intrigue that any good detective story offers. 

A comic’s art is eternally important, hell it’s probably more important than the writing, so I was pretty particular in what I was looking for in a partner for “S&F”. Mauro Bueno is nothing short of a gift from the heavens above. 

From action to acting, his linework represents the script impeccably. Each scene, whether it be gun battles to quiet convos, hits all the beats it needs to. His additions to the work are hard to articulate, he simply makes my messy musings work and I am deeply grateful for his contribution and brilliance. 

Concept art #2

I’ve gushed over Nikki Power’s letters before, too. She was my preferred choice for this project. This comic switches gears a good bit, a regular back and forth between art and text, and requires a talented letterer to navigate the wordier sequences. Nikki achieved that with gusto. 

As the ambition for this story grew, I knew I needed another pair of eyes on the script. Editor Claire Napier has provided much valued structure and impetus to the process. Her savviness has improved the story by ensuring clarity of vision between my other collaborators and with the audience. Whether it’s character, theme or grammar corrections, Claire is a fantastic navigator of fiction.  

 “Satterwhite & Fosgrove” represents everything great about indy comics, from crafting to distribution, and we’re eager for you to read it. We hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed making it. And if you do…stay tuned 🤠

Once again, thank you, and please follow us on Instagram, Bluesky, Xitter and Facebook for updates. 

 

Westward!

 

~ Jamil

Project: 100 Westerns: Part Two: Five for Revenge, El Diablo, The Wonderful Country and There Will Be Blood

Hello Westheads,

This is the 2nd entry in Project: 100 Westerns. Where I, a man with many creative responsibilities,  attempt to watch 100 Westerns in about a year. Ambitious, or stupid? Both? You decide!

As stated before, there’s no particular rhyme or reason to my picks. I just scroll through one the many streaming apps and if something seems Western enough I hit “Play”. If you have suggestions on can’t-miss movies in the genre, let me know!


#4. Five For Revenge (1966)

A shirtless man stands with guns in each hand as a Mexican woman poses at his feet.

A patient, choppy Spaghetti Western with a simple premise:  After Jim Lattimore is murdered by his Mexican in-laws, a group of five men gather to enact revenge. 

Guy Madison stars and Aldo Florio directs in what is a roughly edited late-bloomer of a movie. A lot of Five for Revenge, alternatively titled Five Giants from Texas, is told between the (poorly dubbed) dialogue. It’s very deliberate piece, at times forcing the viewer to stew in the nastiness of this affair, from the murders to the rapes to the torture to the severe and twangy soundtrack. 

First off: the sound direction is not good. Too much stop and go, too many jolts of volume. There seems to have been an intent to create suspense with the horns and toots but coupled with some ragged jump-cuts it leaves the viewer jarred. It’s pretty apparent this is Florio’s first attempt at directing. 

The then-budding Western trope of using a number to spice up your title draws you in, but what’s funny is the “”Five” are a quintet of the chillest dudes in the Old West. The Five work in relative quiet coordination, they greet each other with looks and nods, direct each other with intuition and familiarity. We have little idea of the nature of the apparent bloodpact between them all. They come in different shapes and skin tones but they’re a unit. It’s cool on paper, but nonchalant revenge-seekers taking care of biz doesn’t pop on the screen.

Despite the poster’s promise, Madison’s shirt remains on for the duration of the flick. The former Wild Bill Hickok is adequate in this, confused-looking mostly, like the character doesn’t understand the world’s violence. He sort of moves like the Terminator, completing each terrible task until the revenge mission is complete. Though he forms a little bit of chemistry with Jim’s gorgeous widow, Rosalita (Mónica Randall), it’s essentially dressing for a murderous affair. 

What pulls the movie together is the bullet barrage at the end. The lulls and valleys of the first and second act set up the payoff of the finale’s mayhem. It’s not like total fireworks of blood or anything but the familiar festivity of a SW emerges when John and dem boys walk into the lair of the Gonzales Bros and start lighting up background actors. John’s showdown with the film’s big bad is probably the best bit of the whole affair. 

Ultimately: It’s a movie that punishes you, then throws a big ugly, fun party at the end.


#5. El Diablo (1990)

The poster for El Diablo, a schoolteacher holds a gun while a mercenary watches on helpfully

Comedy Westerns are a hard sell. It’s already hard enough being funny, so setting a story in a certain time or place is a whole other bundle of complications. Blazing Saddles did it well but that was flash-in-the-pan success with some all-timer writing and performances. El Diablo never had a chance, in that regard.

You’ll see this movie floating around HBO (app and channel) from time to time. I never really gave it much consideration until I saw the cast list:

Louis Gossett Jr., Anthony Edwards, Joe Pantoliano, John Glover, Robert Beltran, Jim Beaver, Branscombe Richmond, Miguel Sandoval. It’s a robust lineup of guys who’ll have you shouting “Hey, it’s whatshisnuts!” at your screen. 

This made-for-TV movie is actually a lot more sleek and well-produced than you’d expect. The sets and locales are authentic and there doesn’t seem to be too much of an issue with budget-related matters. The acting is more than good. When this was made the cast was probably considered second and third-tier talents, but I think most of us now understand that the career actors of TV land are some of the most skilled in the trade. 

Maybe the most interesting tidbit about this movie is that it’s a rework of a John Carpenter script. That’s sort of fascinating because you can sense maybe some of the master’s fingerprints on this movie: it’s a bit morbid and matter-of-fact, the characters are seedy and action-oriented, but it’s simply unlike anything from his body of work. The script (with input from Tommy Lee Wallace and Bill Phillips) is just OK, there’s nothing surprising or fantastic going on plotwise, but it hits all the vital beats.

The real jewel is Gossett Jr. as Thomas Van Leek. A sort of bummy gunslinger, he assists the main character, Billy Ray (Edwards) in trying to take down the notorious woman-abducting El Diablo (Beltran). They (very quickly) assemble a ragtag group of ne’er-do-wells and then tumble into a final violent confrontation. Gossett is a real delight in his every scene. He’s untrustworthy but charming, clever but simple. Van Leek is well past his prime yet perfectly built for the “real” West, relating to Billy Ray, “I ain’t as fast as I was, but I cheat real good.”

The rest of the cast carries this along pretty well. Edwards struggles as the lead even though he plays the buffoonish antihero as intended. Others, like Glover as a swindling preacher, and Pantoliano, playing a dainty dime novel writer – aggressively against his career archetype – do enough to push the scenes along. 

My main takeaway: There’s a few mentions to the idea that a Western “hero” like Van Leek is not palatable to the late 1800s audience Joey Pants’ character writes for, but that theme applies to this movie’s focus too. Gossett Jr. should’ve got way more screen time, he was great.

If you’re trying to milk that MAX subscription this movie may be worth the hour-forty-five runtime. Ultimately though, it’s not funny or clever enough to succeed in the Comedy Western genre, despite being a decent enough Western. Without the right tone, the savagery of the genre is hard to square with laughter. I mean, the plot impetus for this one is the abduction of a schoolgirl and the movie sort of glosses over the apparent rape and trauma perpetrated by El Diablo. Hah, crimes!


#6. The Wonderful Country (1959)

movie poster for The Wonderful Country depicting Robert's Mitchum profile and a pretty horizon

First, the movie looks incredible. Wowee. The location team earned their dollar, definitely. The vistas, valleys and views of The Wonderful Country superbly showcase the terrain of the US-Mexico border. Director Robert Parrish, a filmmaker sired by several roles, knows where to place the camera. 

As much as I can tell you what I saw, I cannot really tell you what I watched. The movie is a thin broth stew of underdeveloped ideas and erratic character movement. It’s a de facto love story: expatriate Martin Brady (Robert Mitchum) enters into a flirty jig with a Major’s bored wife (Julie London)…and then moseys into something of an antihero tale. It’s murky. 

Though the choice of accent is questionable, Mitchum brings some of that patented noir coolness to the role of Brady. Having fled his home country following the murder of his father’s killer, Brady is now a chillax pistolero working for power-hungry Mexican brothers. He doesn’t seem too emotionally invested in anything, but brightens when in the company of Helen Colton. Before they can get to know each other too intimately, the plot yanks him back to Mexico, putting Brady in soft peril until it appears he’s again on the path to (mild) redemption and (implied) happiness. 

That’s sorta it. The spark between the two leads barely flickers as their screen time is limited by the other pieces of the plot. There’s an Army/Apache fight in there that sort of rips through a scene, and Satchel Paige (playing a soldier) saunters in randomly as well, just to give the movie a quirky footnote. This was the era of pumping out Westerns for cinema fodder, so it makes sense some came out undercooked. 

The bones of a good film are in there somewhere but there’s not enough meat to really make it worth the venture. However, if you like Michum or London, it may be worth a viewing, they both give adequate performances.


#7. There Will Be Blood (2007)

Movie poster for There Will Be Blood

For me, the Western genre can be bifurcated into two broad categories: “Actual” Westerns: Cowboys, wagons, cattle, vengeance, revolvers, vistas composed of dust, grass or snow, etc. And the counterpart, “spiritual” Western, which takes a few of these elements and imprints them onto a movie about something else. It’s a spectrum of course, more an inverted bell curve – most Westerns, actual or spiritual, are clearly defined.

So which type of Western is There Will Be Blood

TWBB (much like its spiritual predecessor, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre)  exists just inside the membrane of actual Westerns. Primarily set in 1911 California, the film is an intense examination of greed and determination in mid-American history. Daniel Plainview (Daniel Day-Lewis) is an “oilman”, a hawkish energy magnate on a quest to tame the earth and milk her resources. As we follow the most important years of his career, we also witness his questionable parenting of an adopted son, his quirkily adversarial relationship with a small-town preacher and the terrible lengths he’ll go to acclimate wealth. 

We rarely see the appearance of “robber barons” in the Western genres. Their little cousin, the “town boss”,  the wealthy figure controlling a community, are a staple of the actual Western. However, the dukes of 19th century America don’t get much attention, despite names like Carnegie, Vanderbilt, and Morgan shaping the nation’s history. In fact, you’ll more likely see a movie (1937’s Wells Fargo) praising these folks rather than scrutinizing them

It’s after the wildness of the West is tamed that men like Plainview swooped in and soaked the raw vitality straight from the ground. TWBB is about the exploitation of the American frontier and its denizens, swindled into social contracts under the guise of shared prosperity. Plainview knows he’s dealing with the “common clay” yet molds it unapologetically, and doesn’t meet opposition until a similarly cunning manipulator throws a few firecrackers at his feet. 

It doesn’t hurt that I really love the movie, which I consider one of the finest of the ‘00s. I understand it’s not to everyone’s tastes, it’s narrowly-plotted with a noisy soundtrack, pale tones and a grouchy theme. Still, director Paul Thomas Anderson is brilliant at framing and pacing a film, and Day-Lewis is an absolute force in an all-time role (though I do prefer Bill the Butcher a tad more). Paul Dano is fantastic as well. 

Why wouldn’t the Western genre want to claim this movie? It’s great, and a haunting sequel to the Wild West chapter of American history.


That is it for this 2nd entry of Project: One Hundred Westerns, see you next week with another installment, and be sure to check back February 3rd, 2025 for a new comic.

Westward!

 

~Jamil

Comic Two: Mother Hen

Happy 2025, All-Truers!

We hope the next 12 months treat you well.

Last Monday, a new story was published to the site. “Mother Hen”, drawn by Samir Simão and with letters by Cristian Docolomansky Cerda. 

Realism in genre can be a hard master to obey. I’m not married to the idea that Westerns need to adhere strictly to firm accuracy. I do, however, like a certain authenticity in the stories of All-True Outlaw, an air of feasibility that brushes against the make-believe yet still remains palatable to fans of the genre. 

Frankly, most women who left the relative safety of the east coast did so out of some sort of desperation, typically economic, sometimes cultural, normally a combo of both. The West’s promise of a new start and new opportunity extended to everyone, and many women took advantage.  While the women in the West occupied many roles, from spouses to mothers, outcasts and adventurers, many of the women on the frontier were working girls drawn there because of the needs of men. Specifically, fucking and companionship. 

That was sort of the jumping-off point for “Mother Hen”, which concerns itself with a Texas brothel during a moment of dire choice and action. In my reading of both fiction and non-fiction set in this time period, I came across many women who were simply remarkable humans. Headstrong, smart, brave and sometimes hilariously crass, recorded history mostly brushes aside their accomplishments, but often they were the backbone of society, as women typically have been. 

Franco #1

Samir and I worked together nearly a decade ago on Franco, a metafictional romp set in a superhero universe (that you can read here!) and I’ve been jonesin’ to work with him again. Dude is a master of action and energy on the comics page, a sorcerer working with the old Jack Kirby magicks. As I was crafting the script to “Mother Hen” he was the guy I had in mind just about the whole time. 

Cristian Docolomansky Cerda ties a bow on the whole thing with astute lettering. I don’t use Facebook for much but it’s served as a great repository for finding talented artists (if you can fight through all the spammy stuff). Doco is a savvy creator, a jack-of-all-trades type in the kingdom of comics. I appreciate his help in proofing the Spanish grammar in this short!

I hope you enjoy this one. It previously received third place honors in the 2024 Negative Space Short Comics Competition , and we couldn’t be more proud of what we produced. 

Check us out next week for the second installment, . And don’t forget to follow us on Instagram, Bluesky, X and Facebook. Any support is greatly appreciated. 

Westward!

 

~ Jamil

Project: 100 Westerns: Part One: Barbarosa, Campañeros and Decision at Sundown

Over the next twelve months I’m going to attempt to watch 100 Western flicks.

The math is simple, right? Two a week should get me there. That’s not too crazy. Right?

I’ve seen a good number of Westerns. Not as much as your dad, likely, but more than the next 30-something dude from urban Appalachia, There’s still so many out there. Studios cranked out copious Old West-set films for about four decades. Nearly one in four movies that came out in the 50s and 60s was in the genre, and they’re still pumping them out today in the Neo-Western style. Speedrunning the catalogue could be considered stupidly ambitious, but it’ll be fun to see how the art of storytelling has changed, adapted and evolved over the decades.

No particular rhyme or reason to my picks. I’m just throwing darts at what’s interesting, mostly stuff I’ve never seen, however many selections will be favorites or something I’d like to give another shot. If you have suggestions, let me know!


#1. Barbarosa (1982)

I watched this one after seeing it mentioned on reddit as one of the best 80s Westerns. It was a super average, but deserves at least one watch from any aficionado.

Willie Nelson and Gary Busey do a sort of buddy outlaw thing, menacing folks through Texas and Mexico. Both men’s families are thirsty for revenge and it’s a little ambiguous how justified it is.

Busey is made for the role of slightly likeable bumpkin, and Willie is sublime as the sly road agent type. The tone of the movie never settles, it’s got brutal imagery and nasty protagonists yet is pretty lighthearted overall. Not a lot of great lines in the movie but there are a few laughs. The cinematography is really good; the vast beauty of Texas sets the mood.

The ending is rad. The execution wasn’t great but I loved how they played up the ongoing mystique of Barbarosa (did he deflect a bullet with his face there at the beginning?) while making him relatable to the viewer. Overall, pretty good but somewhat short of remarkable. It’s worth a watch for Willie alone


#2. Campañeros (1970)

This one practically comes with a side of garlic bread

The acclaimed Django director/actor combo reunite in this fun Spaghetti Western that also features familiar faces Tomas Milian and Jack Palance. The buddy movie genre, comedy to drama, lends itself really well to Westerns. There’s so much space for eccentric characters, and there’s a bunch of them here.

Franco Nero plays “Penguin”, a well-dressed, Stockholm-born rogue, and Milian is “Vasco” a crass Mexican rebel. They team up to track down (and eventually jailbreak) a preachy professor so they can open a safe containing the town of San Bernardino’s “wealth”.

Both men are avowed assholes, and it’s fun to watch them bounce that energy off each other. Vasco is bit of a dunce, but earnest and capable. The Penguin is played extremely well by Nero, whose every phrase and gesture is dripping in gentle smarm. They’re a great odd couple — Vasco is a killer and fiend in a way necessitated by his environment, the Swede very much has sought out a life of crime and chaos.

We need to discuss Palance’s character… An American simply named “John”, Palance uses his Skeletor visage to build Bond-villain aura around the film’s prime villain. He’s got an absurd haircut, a pet hawk, a wooden hand, a bunch of joints and an absolutely inexplicable accent. He tortures Vasco by  strapping a rodent to his torso! It’s a crazy role for a guy essentially doing his second tour through film acting at this point in his career. Loved it.

The slick direction by Sergio Corbucci shapes Campañeros and makes it quality. But wow is this thing Italian. The dubbing is rough, and there’s a lot of regional accent and gestures slipping through, breaking immersion. Some of the background and secondary actors, oh my. The script is surprisingly strong though, and just when you’d expect an unimpressive petering off the final act slams the viewer with a series of cool and earned moments.

Oh and that soundtrack hits harrrd.

A pretty good movie, very representative of the time and place it was made. A little goofy at parts but it gets points for the general depth of the characters


#3. Decision at Sundown (1957)

 

In this heyday Western, Randolph Scott plays against type as a man lusting for revenge, inadvertently freeing the town of Sundown from the grasp of big boss Tate Kimbrough. It’s a something of a stomach churner, lots of bad feelings and angry words fly between Kimbrough (played by John Carroll) and Scott’s Bart Allison, and while the movie fails in spots it represents a bridge between the Classic Western and the soon forthcoming Revisionist era. 

With plenty of shooting and pageantry, Decision at Sundown hits all the notes of the genre: good sets and costumes, ultra-competent acting and an eye toward a dynamic plot. It’s what you’d expect from a Budd Boetticher film, and for fans of the Ranown series it’d make for a nice watch on a Sunday afternoon. 

The movie sputters at the start, with the central drama not fully surfacing until the 2nd act. The thorny Bart Allison smolders and steams in the general direction of Kimbrough and then tries to disrupt his wedding, eventually revealing that the businessman courted his wife while Allison was at war, broke her heart and drove her to suicide.

This conflict is purposely gray and murky. After some gunplay and a lot of posturing, more details are unleashed on the viewer, and it sort of comes down to the theory that Allison’s wife Mary was maybe a bit of a ho-bag and their marriage wasn’t strong in any way that counted. 

This core premise is interesting and flips many of the conventions built by the genre over 20-30 years. An angry man rides into a small town looking for retribution and you expect his cause to be clear and just, but in Decision at Sundown, everything is distorted through the lens of perspective. Was Kimbrough a vile womanizer or just a dapper lady-killer? The movie sort of lets you in on the truth, but remains nebulous on what really went down between Mary and the two leads. 

It’s here the true flaw of the ambitious script appears. Mary is never given a voice, the viewer is denied a hint of what it was like on her side. Allison’s partner Sam, the only other character who knew Mary, certainly intimates that Mary wasn’t a great wife and the marriage was troubled, but we have very little inkling of her perspective. With her voice, I think this could have been a much better piece on the inadequacies of frontier justice. 

The real thing tying this together are the leads’ performances. Scott slides into the gray hat role extremely well, demonstrating his talent in bringing the truth of a character to the forefront. I thought Caroll matched him, taking the presumed antagonist and playing it with subtleness that questions the allegations against him. The two lead female roles, Lucy (Karen Steele), the daughter of a prominent townsperson and a babe, and Ruby (Valerie French), Kimbrough’s scorned-yet-loyal side piece, round out the male hostility with a woman’s touch and rationality. But other than that, many of the tertiary characters fail to impress. 

I liked this movie for its gusto but it was a touch before its time. The intent, commendable. Execution, eh. 


That is it for this first entry of Project: One Hundred Westerns, see you Januarary 6th, 2025 with the next All-True Outlaw comic!

Westward!

 

~Jamil

Comic One: Horror on Hogger Hill

Greetings cretins,

We launched All-True Outlaw two days ago and I welcomed you all to the festivities.  Now it’s time to dig a little more into the making of “Horror on Hogger Hill”. 

The call for submissions to Alterna Comics’ horror themed anthology came just as I was conceiving this story. The launching point was pretty simple, a Western/Horror mash-up with a The Last House on the Left vibe – What if some bad dudes got caught up in something more fucked up than their crime-ridden lives?

A prime goal on All-True Outlaw is to try to adhere to limited page counts so I knew I needed to find an artist who could convey a lot of information in a truncated space. Claudio Muñoz’ portfolio swiftly convinced me he was the guy for the job.  Below are some of the character concepts he sent me in our initial back-and-forth. His approach to the characters was dynamic yet unifying.

 

Perier, Long and Brutal

I loved how eclectic designs of the gang converged into a single atmosphere; it really looked like something out of a spaghetti western. The script for HOHH is a pretty tight and eventful affair and Claudio nailed it at every turn, quickly introducing all the characters and properly framing the scene. Most of all, he succeeded in executing the claustrophobic aura of the piece – these seedy guys in a tight space with danger at their backs. It’s one of the most satisfying script-to-page journeys I’ve had in my career. Look out for a future All-True team-up with this guy and myself down the trail. 

Letterer Nikki Powers is one of the best I’ve worked with, period. She makes the right choices in a fickle-as-hell art form. It’s part of the reason I hired her for the comics project I hold very close to my heart, which you’ll see here in a of couple months. 

Thanks for reading. Don’t forget to follow the social accounts as well as our newsletter. 

Westward!

 

~ Jamil

Welcome to All-True Outlaw!

Welcome rapscallions, 

This is All-True Outlaw, a black & white anthology series of Western tales with an antagonistic slant. 

I’ve been writing comics since around 2011, at times struggling to find a niche or any publisher that gave a damn. I never thought building a career in comics would be easy, but it’s actually a lot harder than I expected. The peaks have been lean, the valleys wide. 

Around 2018, I decided to try my hand at a story set in the Old West, and in the brainstorming session I was surprised at how many different ideas and perspectives I could go toward. I had grown fond of the genre in college, and works like the impeccable Jonah Hex series by Jimmy Palmiotti and Justin Gray (and many, many artists) and the first Red Dead Redemption game opened my mind to the vast storytelling potential of the setting and time period. 

That story, “Horror on Hogger Hill” (drawn by Claudio Muñoz and lettered by Nikki Powers), was accepted into the IF Anthology Horror by Alterna Comics, and it spurred my ambition to write more stories within the genre, and to create with art teams similarly hungry for more Westerns. 

It required time, concentration, support and the right collaborators but we have reached the launch for this webcomic endeavor. Here, you’ll find adventure fiction in the short form but with a long view of scoundrels and black hats. A new story will be posted every month, so follow the socials and subscribe to the newsletter to get updates and news as they post! 

I thank you, and my art teams, greatly for joining me on this adventure. I really hope you enjoy what you read, and if you do, tell a pal or two. 

Westward!

 

~ Jamil