In ancient Egyptian mythology, a dead person's soul would be weighed against the feather of truth in a ritual called a psychostasy. If their soul was lighter than the feather, it would ascend into the afterlife. Heavy souls were devoured by Maat, eater of the dead. Good films go to hard drive heaven while the recycle bin eats the rest.
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (1973)
A western directed by Sam Peckinpah, starring James Coburn and Kris Kristofferson.
A new sheriff and former friend of Billy the Kid is after this outlaw because a governor wants Billy dead or alive. Basically, cowboys drink whiskey and shoot each other.
I thought this was pretty cool. James Coburn stalks the wild west with a giant flask in search of his target, not letting a scene go by without alcohol entering his mouth. Billy (Kristofferson) does the same, but he's trying to escape or hide and he's got a glass bottle. There's a scene in a bar where Coburn sends someone's lackey to give him an inventory of food items while Coburn roughs up some guys. The inventory man's dialogue goes something like "beans, spinach, beans, lima beans, spinach, beans..." Cowboys and their beans... Obviously the characters were good. I liked the plot although it was hard to follow at some points and the style was cool. I'm giving his one of those good, solid green ratings.
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