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Editorial
Amazon.co.uk Review
Big Jake is not one of the Duke's classics, but it's a diverting picture nonetheless. Everyone seems to think that Jacob McCandles is six-feet under ("I thought you was dead" is a running line throughout), so some bad men kidnap his grandson. They want a piece of the family fortune and will kill to get it. Patrick Wayne, the Duke's own son, plays one of Big Jake's kids, and together they start out after the boy's abductors. Richard Boone makes a worthy adversary to Jake's larger-than-life figure, and the final confrontation between the two contains some great gritted-teeth dialogue. Maureen O'Hara is barely in the feature, sharing the same fate as Bobby Vinton as the boy's father, who seems to be onscreen just to get shot. --Keith Simanton
Warming to a Sense of Lost Justice.
Review date: 2008-03-03 Rating: 8 out of 10
The more reviews a film receives, the less justice there would seem to be for offering another, but I'll try and justify this one, by saying that, even if you live in the Home Counties, you're part of this story, so you should see this, and many of Wayne's other rides-over-the-range; for it's how we could deal with our own villainy, if only the lawgiver's, and their electors, hadn't lost the moral courage, hadn't lost the morals themselves, and we could find someone to trust of this stature to protect us,since we are questioned for protecting ourselves, by those who always
find that there are,coincidentaly, just enough policemen to patrol the steps of Number 10, whatever the shortages may be elsewhere.
The cold-hearted evil at the beginning is only bearable, if you can force yourself to watch it,because you know that, unlike to-day, justice shall be done, and, the pain inflicted, for example, on Richard Boone,for seconds engulfed in flames, is soon to be repeated on him in a more permanent way,after dying, intent as he is in dying before repenting, as soon as Wayne can finally dispatch him permanently; so much more satisfactory than serving half of an eight-year jail term, in an open prison, on drugs, whilst watching television without needing a licence, before re-repeating, which would be to-day's detterent.
Maureen O'Hara's body, adorably feisty persona, and red hair, can't quite make you forget that the massacare before her eyes of family and friends reveals her feelings for them to be worth little more than a gaping sigh; nonetheless, upon seeing her, a proposal of marriage can't be far from most men's lips, even though we know that not even Wayne, before leaving her, could control this termagent.
The real life Patrick Wayne,here playing the estranged and now educated fictional son,also, though enjoyable,as all the cast are, strikes you, when compared to his father's natural common sense,as having somehow become involved in all this as a student, whilst taking a walking tour of the Mid-West;articulateness and sensibility, usually attributes, are here magnified as inferior qualities, when placed next to Wayne's natural manliness,(not a manliness of maturity, but of character),and the given grace of a good heart.
I feared the imminent, intrusive signs of the earliest mechanical cars, and all the new people they would allow to enter the presently empty lands, nearly as much as the distant, dusty sight of the approaching murderers, revealed the instant the maidservant drew the dolls-house curtains, coming over the scrub, to destroy the tranquility and innocence that they, and their barbarous types, were and are incapable of creating in all their evil-spirited unimaginativeness.
So, differing moods, and tension between the personas of father and son; but as always, fantastic scenery, glorious music, seemingly composed by the love of the subject as well as by a musician, and the fulfillment of sadly fictional justice, which leaves us pining for more.
The film begins with a raid on the McCandles Ranch where Little Jake McCandles (Ethan Wayne, the Duke's youngest son, named for the character he played in "The Searchers") is kidnapped by a gang of cutthroats led by John Fain (Richard Boone). Fain demands a ransom to be delivered across the border in Mexico. The Texas Rangers are willing to do it, but Martha McCandles (Maureen O'Hara), the boy's grandmother, announces that this is a disagreeable task and needs to be done by a disagreeable man. At this point the came cuts to a close up of John Wayne peering down the barrel of a rifle. It is a great introduction to Wayne's character in the film and a fitting counterpart to the moment in "Stagecoach" when we first see the Ringo Kid and his Winchester. But television stations keep putting commercials before the cut because the film's opening sequence, in which narrator George Fenneman, who went from being Groucho Marx's announcer and straight man on "You Bet Your Life" ended up doing the narration for Jack Webb's "Dragnet," introduces us to all of the members of the Fain gang runs on a bit before we have the raid and the decision of what to do next. So Act I runs out for a bit and if there is a good reason to have this movie on DVD or VHS it is because that way you miss this horrendous commercial placement.
"Big Jake" is basically a chase story as the title character goes after his grandson, heading out with the ransom with only his trusted Native American friend Sam Sharpnose (Bruce Cabot) and a dog named "Dog." But there are several others things going on to make the proceedings more interesting. Big Jake did not even know that he had a grandson, and while the boy's father Jeff (Bobby Vinton, the singer) is wounded, his two brothers James (Patrick Wayne, another of the Duke's son) and Michael (Christopher Mitchum, son of Robert Mitchum who co-starred with the Duke in "El Dorado"). Clearly Big Jake has been separated from his family for a while and there are issues, particularly with James, who makes the mistake of calling his father "Daddy."
There is also a whole sub-text about relying on modern technology. While Big Jake heads off with horses the Texas Rangers take off in new fangled motorcars. Of course this is a mistake, but there is a recurring theme of the old ways being best. Michael has a motorcycle and James has a new fangled pistol, but they are able to overcome their reliance on modern technology. If the Old West is disappearing it is not disappearing until the Duke has his last fight.
Then there is the running gag that everybody seems to think Big Jake is dead. When we are treated to that great close up our hero is watching a group of cattlemen get ready to string up a sheep farmer. Big Jake does not want to get involved, not wanting to make a mistake of his youth that almost cost him his life. But then the leader of the lynch mob (Jim Davis) makes the mistake of kicking a boy ("Aw," says Big Jake, "why'd he want to go and do that for?"). There could be trouble but then it is discovered that the big man on the horse is Jacob McCandles, who apparently is not dead. This happens so often that Big Jake swears he will kill the next man who says that and, of course, he does.
Finally, this film has some great dialogue by Harry Julian Fink and Rita M. Fink. This was their first film together (he did "Major Dundee" and "Ice Station Zebra") and after this they created "Dirty Harry" for Clint Eastwood (no wonder the choice lines in this movie are so choice). When James calls Big Jake "Daddy," the Duke knocks his son on his can and announces: "You can call Dad, you can call me Father, you can call me Jacob and you can call me Jake. You can call me a dirty old son-of-a-b***h, but if you EVER call me Daddy again, I'll finish this fight." But my favorite is when Fain first encounters Big Jake (not knowing who he is, of course) and gives a very serious warning. At the climax of the film Big Jake repeats the warning word for word with a grim earnestness that is quite impressive. That is why this is not a great film, but a great movie.
Even thought this is pretty much a Wayne formula there are plenty of surprises and lots of action. And my favorite bad guy is my favorite good guy from television Richard Boone.
In tow are Wayne regulars, Harry Carey (disgusting tobacco chewing baddie), Bruce Cabot as the Indian tracker showing age with Jacob, Glen Corbett as breed the fast gun that faces off against Patrick Wayne in a gun fight, the most natural actor to ever grace the screen, the late Richard Boone, and a lovely appearance by the eternally beautiful Maureen O'Hara, once again playing John's long suffering wife whot loves him, but cannot live with him.
It is super to watch Wayne with Cabot, Carey, Boone and O'Hara, and Jim Davis (later rose to fame once more as Jock Ewing of Dallas) and though the film is intensely violent, I don't see it was gratuitous. The violence came from the end of a very violent era, times were changing, but not fast enough. The violence of the kidnappers had to be there to show Wayne's to-the-wall rescue of his small grandson was called for. Wayne's character was a violent man when the times called for it, but it was just as willing to let things go - if ONLY the other person walked away.
He worked well with his sons and Mitchum, and the interaction between Jacob and his two sons provides the Wayne brand humour in the film.
The times were changing for the code of the old west, and in the same way, times were changing for John Wayne....
I give Wayne credit for not pulling punches in a film that does him credit.