Many years ago, I had a period when I began to watch every single Eastwood western that I could, and it's still a regret of mine that I didn't watch Josey Wales then for some reason despite knowing it was one of his best. What I recall is that High Plains Drifter left me so cold that I kinda lost my determination and enthusiasm to watch all the Eastwood Westerns. I still haven't seen Josey Wales, but your essay is another reminder that I absolutely should. I'm sure your dad was onto something with this one.
My dad's favorite movie (as far as I know) is Once Upon a Time in the West, which is probably as good as a western can get. It's just perfect from every angle. There's something potently poignant about watching movies that our parents love/loved for a reason. I'm really sorry that you'll never get the chance to ask your father why it was Josey Wales that he found so great and flawless. But maybe one day, one Thanksgiving, you'll find the answer in your new tradition of rewatching it every year. At least, I really hope so.
I’m sorry I am only now seeing your comment, Akos! It is quite something to attempt to see a film from one’s parent’s eye — and anyone’s eye, really. And every Eastwood western? Give this man a medal!!
This is a very moving essay. Thank you!
Kind of you to say! Thanks for reading!
Many years ago, I had a period when I began to watch every single Eastwood western that I could, and it's still a regret of mine that I didn't watch Josey Wales then for some reason despite knowing it was one of his best. What I recall is that High Plains Drifter left me so cold that I kinda lost my determination and enthusiasm to watch all the Eastwood Westerns. I still haven't seen Josey Wales, but your essay is another reminder that I absolutely should. I'm sure your dad was onto something with this one.
My dad's favorite movie (as far as I know) is Once Upon a Time in the West, which is probably as good as a western can get. It's just perfect from every angle. There's something potently poignant about watching movies that our parents love/loved for a reason. I'm really sorry that you'll never get the chance to ask your father why it was Josey Wales that he found so great and flawless. But maybe one day, one Thanksgiving, you'll find the answer in your new tradition of rewatching it every year. At least, I really hope so.
I’m sorry I am only now seeing your comment, Akos! It is quite something to attempt to see a film from one’s parent’s eye — and anyone’s eye, really. And every Eastwood western? Give this man a medal!!