“I intend to
be buried here—in the 20th century!” Joan Crawford proclaims near
the beginning of Nicholas Ray’s 1954 Western, Johnny Guitar. It’s one of the first signs of the film’s radical,
progressive agenda. Rather than being about the end of the Old West, it’s about the birth of the New West, about how the Manifest Destiny, instead of
coinciding with feminism, essentially contributed to its rise. The railroad
brings in settlers, settlers produce towns, and towns produce new societies in which
the laconic drifter, the gunslinger, the man of the west, becomes just a face
in the crowd. It’s interesting then that Johnny
Guitar is not trying to debunk the mythical Old West hero, but rather to
show that, whether or not he really did exist, there’s certainly no place for
him in this new atmosphere where a woman can hold her own gun and her own place
in the world.

It’s this
stagecoach robbery that the title character, Johnny (Sterling Hayden),
encounters as he rides through the rocky terrain to Vienna’s saloon, where he’s
been hired as a musician. However, he sees it from a distance and doesn’t
bother to investigate because, as he later says when questioned by Emma and the
town’s men, he only carries his guitar and doesn’t bother with a gun. Thus, the
stagecoach robbery remains an ambiguous event. More importantly, though,
Johnny’s entrance marks yet another key moment for the film’s sexual politics.
He’s the lone drifter from classic Westerns, only now he’s a man of peace,
disinterested in violence or any kind of conflict. And as in an earlier era
when it was Vienna who was hired by the men, now it’s she who is hiring Johnny,
indicating a reversal of roles.
That is not,
however, to say that as the movie paints women as more masculine, that the men
are shown to be in some way effeminate. Rather, they’re simply more passive, no
longer the dominant force of the two sexes. There are three groups of men in
the film, two of which are essentially under the control of Vienna and Emma
respectively, and the third is the Dancin’ Kid and his gang of scoundrels.
Vienna has several employees besides the recently hired Johnny, and they’re all
readily at her command. The same can be said of the town’s men, who follow Emma
around and allow themselves to be manipulated by her forceful power even though
we get the sense they’d rather just be at home in their rocking chairs. The
Dancin’ Kid and his gang represent the film’s attempt to put the tough,
domineering, violent traditional Western male up against this new, compliant
man. The result is, for the most part, that the old fashioned Western man
doesn’t quite have a place in the world. We see this clearly through the
character Turkey, a young idealistic wannabe gunslinger who serves as a kind of
precursor to the Schofield Kid from Unforgiven.
And as the world is growing more complex, we see the film’s most one-sided, old fashioned character, Bart Lonergan (Ernest Borgnine) struggle to
keep up with a fast-changing America. A member of the Dancin’ Kid’s gang, he
could be called the film’s villain, but his presence is more important because
of just how out of place he seems. His character feels almost tacked on, like
he’s a remnant from an older world clinging the ideas of power and authority he
once knew and that are now fading away.
Yet all of
these subversive ideas are simply a part of a whole when it comes to the movie
itself. Ray’s film gained immediate notoriety for its portrayal of women, but
its ever-growing legend has as much to do with just how much is going on in the
movie besides the sexual politics. Consider, for example, the film’s look, the
way rocky terrain of Arizona is juxtaposed with Vienna’s fancy saloon. Has
there been a saloon in a Western that looks quite like this one? It has the
typical characteristics-the bar, the piano, the gambling tables-but it’s the
arrangement of these things that distinguishes this saloon from those of the
Ford and Hawks Westerns. The piano is set off in a circular room, as if its
there for private concerts rather than public rowdiness. The gambling tables
are actually gambling tables like one
would find in a casino, not just rough wooden platforms for men to play cards.
The bar’s surface is smooth and polished, and the entire place looks clean and
bright, as if an art designer had come in to give it a stylish update. Ray’s
voice is heard clearly: things are changing.
It’s almost
ironic, then, that Johnny Guitar is the title character because the movie is
never really about him. In a John Ford Western, he would surely be the
protagonist, and here it seems as if he is initially. After all, the movie
opens with him riding through the
mountains, which is an image the Western movie tradition has taught us means
that this must be the story’s hero. But once he reaches the saloon, and Vienna
appears, it suddenly becomes clear that she will be the dominant force, and
that Ray is not just commenting on feminism but on the very nature of the
Hollywood Western. The template, so often defined by black and white morality,
is shattered here, such that at the end of the day there are no real heroes or
villains in this movie. And while Vienna is the most likely protagonist, on
paper it’s still hard to pinpoint who it is exactly. Plus, with the enormous
cast, there are scene stealers abound:
Scott Brady
is fantastic as the Dancin’ Kid, Borgnine as Lonergan, RoyalDano as Corey, an
easy-going member of the Kid’s gang, and my personal favorite, John Carradine
(patriarch of the Carradine family) playing Old Tom, Vienna’s quiet but staunch
helping hand. He actually has what might be the best scene in the film:
When Vienna
is sending her employees away because she’s been warned she has twenty-four
hours to close down the saloon, Tom sticks around. “Nobody notices me,” he
says. “I’m just part of the furniture.” He’s a sad but devoted man with low
standards, and we instantly feel for him. Later, he sees a chance to be a hero
and gets shot, and as he dies in Vienna’s arms, with several others standing
over him, he says “Look…everybody’s looking at me. It’s the first time I ever
felt important.” It’s one of the great enduring moments of the cinema, and the
fact that it stems out of a character who only has a few minutes of screen time
is a testament to Ray’s brilliance. Most films would either ignore this
character or edit him out, but Ray treats him with the same reverence as he
does for all his characters. That might just be why this mysterious movie holds
up and continues to haunt and invigorate. In no way can it be narrowed down to
an exact thing.
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