Let's get the good bits out of the way first, though I must tread carefully, as going by many reviews here, Leone's film is apparently cinematic perfection. So many will regard my views as philistine sacrilege. But I'll give them any way.
Carrying on with his 'more realistic depiction' of the West which he began with A Fistful Of Dollars in 1964, Once Upon A Time is miles away from the sanitised and quite ludicrous West that Hollywood favoured in its 1950s films.
In Tinseltown's West, the main characters always wore laundry-clean and seemingly freshly pressed shirts and trousers, their pistols sparkled, they always found time to shave every morning (though off-camera) and the women were good-hearted folk made up to the nines. Where they got their lipstick and eye-shadow from is anyone's guess.
Leone changed all that and Once Upon A Time follows the same aesthetic, though I suspect it is just as phoney as the former clean-cut Tinseltown version. In Leone's West squalor is almost de rigueur, and you can almost smell the chacters, which suggests he rather overshot his mark.
Another 'good bit' is the cinematography which really does become a feast for the eyes, although like much else in the film it does overstay its welcome.
The acting? Well, as Leone shot with American and Italian actors, each speaking their lines in their own language, there is not a great deal of dialogue and a great deal of dubbing. And a great deal of that acting is distressingly two-dimensional the actors can't be blamed: they are doing simply as they are directed. The 'plot' is nothing much out of the ordinary, either.
I must remind myself, though, to be charitable as Leone's westerns were very much of their age and very much the product of an Italian sensibility which, 55 years ago when we first came across it in the English-speaking still novel world and gained many points for being novel. Fifty-five years on, the crows' feet are showing, however.
In an interview with Britain's Sunday Times about making his biopic about Abraham Lincoln, Steven Spielberg said something like 'I felt I had to wear a suit and tie when making that film', and apparently he did.
Usually togged out in jeans and a baseball cap, Spielberg claimed he wanted to be 'part of the finery of that era'. As 'that era' also saw four years of a very bloody civil war in which half a million men were slaughtered, it might not have all been as fine as Spielberg implies.
Reading between the lines, the not-so-subtle suggestion from Spielberg was that as Lincoln was more or less THE American saint, it demanded that he be treated as such, so only wearing a suit and tie would do while he made his film. I don't doubt that had it been practical he might well have directed the whole shebang down on his knees, but - well, it would not have been practical.
Something similar goes on when many consider and review Sergio Leone's Once Upon A Time In The West. He is one of the 'greats' of the film world, it seems, and not to toe the line is decidedly infra dig. OK, the Dollar films stand out, but even by the time he made The Good, The Bad And The Ugly, ol' Sergio was - to be blunt - recycling rather too much and going over old ground.
His famous stand-off routine where we get a close-up of faces, then eyes looking from one to the other as 'tension mounts' was impressive the first time you saw it, but was and is increasingly unimpressive with each subsequent outing.
We got more than a decent helping in The Good etc, and we are served up even more of it in Once Upon A Time. And, frankly, it becomes bloody tedious indeed: You've seen five such stand-offs and you've seen three too many. It no longer 'adds to tension' but contributes more mundanely to boredom.
Ol' Sergio also resorts far, far, far too much 'artistic' longuers, scenes being drawn out for several increasingly dull minutes for no reason except, as far as I can see, to imply 'meaning'. And that in my book is as close to faking it as a respected filmmaker dare get.
Other reviewers describe the film as 'art' and as 'operatic'. I don't disagree, except I am bound to remind the world that 'art' comes in three flavours - good art, mediocre art and bad art. And for my money the 'art' in Leone's subsequent post-Dollar films varies between mediocre and bad.
As for 'operatic', that word, too, is used to suggest grandeur, quality and something of which we should be in awe. Well, forget it. At the end of the day there is a great deal less than meets the eye in Once Upon A Time In The West.
Leone's original film was 186 minutes long. Paramount cut its version by 40 minutes. I suggest what the chap really needed was a very competent, sympathetic but honest and ruthless editor. Cutting the film by at least half might have produced a better film.
There, I've done it, I've insulted one of the saints of 'contemporary cinema'. Well, someone had to. Incidentally, the same criticism applies to Terrence Malick The Thin Red Line. It, too, is 'revered' as 'art' but it, too, is mutton dressed as lamb.
Carrying on with his 'more realistic depiction' of the West which he began with A Fistful Of Dollars in 1964, Once Upon A Time is miles away from the sanitised and quite ludicrous West that Hollywood favoured in its 1950s films.
In Tinseltown's West, the main characters always wore laundry-clean and seemingly freshly pressed shirts and trousers, their pistols sparkled, they always found time to shave every morning (though off-camera) and the women were good-hearted folk made up to the nines. Where they got their lipstick and eye-shadow from is anyone's guess.
Leone changed all that and Once Upon A Time follows the same aesthetic, though I suspect it is just as phoney as the former clean-cut Tinseltown version. In Leone's West squalor is almost de rigueur, and you can almost smell the chacters, which suggests he rather overshot his mark.
Another 'good bit' is the cinematography which really does become a feast for the eyes, although like much else in the film it does overstay its welcome.
The acting? Well, as Leone shot with American and Italian actors, each speaking their lines in their own language, there is not a great deal of dialogue and a great deal of dubbing. And a great deal of that acting is distressingly two-dimensional the actors can't be blamed: they are doing simply as they are directed. The 'plot' is nothing much out of the ordinary, either.
I must remind myself, though, to be charitable as Leone's westerns were very much of their age and very much the product of an Italian sensibility which, 55 years ago when we first came across it in the English-speaking still novel world and gained many points for being novel. Fifty-five years on, the crows' feet are showing, however.
In an interview with Britain's Sunday Times about making his biopic about Abraham Lincoln, Steven Spielberg said something like 'I felt I had to wear a suit and tie when making that film', and apparently he did.
Usually togged out in jeans and a baseball cap, Spielberg claimed he wanted to be 'part of the finery of that era'. As 'that era' also saw four years of a very bloody civil war in which half a million men were slaughtered, it might not have all been as fine as Spielberg implies.
Reading between the lines, the not-so-subtle suggestion from Spielberg was that as Lincoln was more or less THE American saint, it demanded that he be treated as such, so only wearing a suit and tie would do while he made his film. I don't doubt that had it been practical he might well have directed the whole shebang down on his knees, but - well, it would not have been practical.
Something similar goes on when many consider and review Sergio Leone's Once Upon A Time In The West. He is one of the 'greats' of the film world, it seems, and not to toe the line is decidedly infra dig. OK, the Dollar films stand out, but even by the time he made The Good, The Bad And The Ugly, ol' Sergio was - to be blunt - recycling rather too much and going over old ground.
His famous stand-off routine where we get a close-up of faces, then eyes looking from one to the other as 'tension mounts' was impressive the first time you saw it, but was and is increasingly unimpressive with each subsequent outing.
We got more than a decent helping in The Good etc, and we are served up even more of it in Once Upon A Time. And, frankly, it becomes bloody tedious indeed: You've seen five such stand-offs and you've seen three too many. It no longer 'adds to tension' but contributes more mundanely to boredom.
Ol' Sergio also resorts far, far, far too much 'artistic' longuers, scenes being drawn out for several increasingly dull minutes for no reason except, as far as I can see, to imply 'meaning'. And that in my book is as close to faking it as a respected filmmaker dare get.
Other reviewers describe the film as 'art' and as 'operatic'. I don't disagree, except I am bound to remind the world that 'art' comes in three flavours - good art, mediocre art and bad art. And for my money the 'art' in Leone's subsequent post-Dollar films varies between mediocre and bad.
As for 'operatic', that word, too, is used to suggest grandeur, quality and something of which we should be in awe. Well, forget it. At the end of the day there is a great deal less than meets the eye in Once Upon A Time In The West.
Leone's original film was 186 minutes long. Paramount cut its version by 40 minutes. I suggest what the chap really needed was a very competent, sympathetic but honest and ruthless editor. Cutting the film by at least half might have produced a better film.
There, I've done it, I've insulted one of the saints of 'contemporary cinema'. Well, someone had to. Incidentally, the same criticism applies to Terrence Malick The Thin Red Line. It, too, is 'revered' as 'art' but it, too, is mutton dressed as lamb.
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