I don't know, maybe I'm just getting curmudgeonly in my old age. I love a good western flick as much as the next man, but when Silverado aired this morning, it just went "clunk".
Perhaps what got under my skin is that it's just dripping with modern political correctness, a glaring anachronism for the time period portrayed. When John Cleese's character says "I don't much care for that word" in response to someone uttering the "N" word in a bar, I just lost it. (My late great aunt used the "N" word in polite dialog well into the 1970s, to her it was just a descriptive word with no baggage attached. I can't imagine that folks had similar heightened racial sensitivities in the late 1800s!) Of course, all of the real evil villains in Silverado are white males. All the heroes and heroines are persons of color, female, physically handicapped, or if they're cursed with being Anglo and male, they have some endearing internal conflict or past victimhood to excuse their gender and paleness. Yawn. It's really getting trite.
How I yearn for the cowboys heroes of the old genre, simple unconflicted stories where good triumphed over evil, the bad guy had a black hat for easy identification, and the hero got the girl in the end and rode happily off into the sunset. John Wayne and John Ford, you are missed terribly these days.
Perhaps what got under my skin is that it's just dripping with modern political correctness, a glaring anachronism for the time period portrayed. When John Cleese's character says "I don't much care for that word" in response to someone uttering the "N" word in a bar, I just lost it. (My late great aunt used the "N" word in polite dialog well into the 1970s, to her it was just a descriptive word with no baggage attached. I can't imagine that folks had similar heightened racial sensitivities in the late 1800s!) Of course, all of the real evil villains in Silverado are white males. All the heroes and heroines are persons of color, female, physically handicapped, or if they're cursed with being Anglo and male, they have some endearing internal conflict or past victimhood to excuse their gender and paleness. Yawn. It's really getting trite.
How I yearn for the cowboys heroes of the old genre, simple unconflicted stories where good triumphed over evil, the bad guy had a black hat for easy identification, and the hero got the girl in the end and rode happily off into the sunset. John Wayne and John Ford, you are missed terribly these days.
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