Clint Eastwood’s Best Picture Oscar Winner Unforgiven (1992) has landed itself onto Netflix, so what better to kick off Dorkaholics’ first pick of the week than by featuring it right here.
It’s a hell of a thing, killing a man. Take away all he’s got and all he’s ever gonna have.
The movie itself isn’t all too glamorous. There isn’t Tarantino level violence, no Ford Indian battles, nor Leone stand-offs; heck this wouldn’t even be called a blockbuster in today’s standards with how slowly the movie allows its story to advance. But the genius of this movie and there is a genius in here, is that this movie just oozes grittiness, honesty, and realism – I guess that bleakness would best sum it up – in a genre that up to that point was traditionally gung-ho. Without giving away all of the subversions inherit in the movie, I trust that you will be able to pick them up on your own, the movie portrays the traditional western tropes without all the pomp and self-righteousness of Manifest Destiny: the protagonist doesn’t wear a white hat, the violence is brutal, and every death is tragically pathetic.
So we highly recommend this movie but don’t expect Django. This is closer to a Craig Bond flick than a Connery. Don’t turn off that brain of yours, as this movie is coming over to its door with flowers and chocolate, hoping to work its magic. But, in the way that Craig changed how we watch Connery, this will change how you watch westerns. So do it. Change your life. Watch Unforgiven.