
The Proposition (2005)
Ah ... to behold Leone hold the camera on a beady eyew (with a Morricone composition being played in the background), the beautyof a John Wayne silhouette frozen against Ford’s sweeping landscapes, or the beady eye of an aged Eastwood, seeking vengeance with a six shooter. It’s fairly obvious I have a deep love for good westerns, unfortunately Hollywood doesn’t put out many these days, much less any of great quality. Yes there was Open Range and 3:10 to Yuma. Yes, some would even call Brokeback Mountain a western (although I wouldn’t). With so few choices, I can easily call The Proposition the best western of the decade, and I would go as far to say it is one of the best westerns of the modern era.
This film is not your typical western. It takes place in Australia (a deadly, even sinister setting) during the 19th century. The film is almost scary. John Hillcoat masterfully brings Nick Cave’s screenplay (supposedly based on true events) to life. I had never heard of either of these men prior to this film, but I respect both for their work, especially in an era that does not appreciate the western genre.
Charlie (an almost unrecognizable Guy Pearce) must hunt down and kill his brother Arthur within five days, or his younger brother will be hung at the gallows. In addition, he will receive a pardon for the “family crime” (raping a pregnant Mrs. Hopkins and then killing the entire family). In addition to Pearce, the film boasts stellar performances from Ray Winstone, Emily Watson, and John Hurt.
The film is harsh, violent, and unsettling at times (much more so than Unforgiven). It portrays a hell that exists between men (brothers at that) and between man and his environment. There are no cowboys with white hats battling cowboys in all black. What there is, though, is an engaging story, well directed, superbly acted, and utterly satisfying. In short, this is the new wetern, and a modern classic at that.
This film is not your typical western. It takes place in Australia (a deadly, even sinister setting) during the 19th century. The film is almost scary. John Hillcoat masterfully brings Nick Cave’s screenplay (supposedly based on true events) to life. I had never heard of either of these men prior to this film, but I respect both for their work, especially in an era that does not appreciate the western genre.
Charlie (an almost unrecognizable Guy Pearce) must hunt down and kill his brother Arthur within five days, or his younger brother will be hung at the gallows. In addition, he will receive a pardon for the “family crime” (raping a pregnant Mrs. Hopkins and then killing the entire family). In addition to Pearce, the film boasts stellar performances from Ray Winstone, Emily Watson, and John Hurt.
The film is harsh, violent, and unsettling at times (much more so than Unforgiven). It portrays a hell that exists between men (brothers at that) and between man and his environment. There are no cowboys with white hats battling cowboys in all black. What there is, though, is an engaging story, well directed, superbly acted, and utterly satisfying. In short, this is the new wetern, and a modern classic at that.
Honorable Mention ... Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada




















