Nevada Smith (1966) - The Convoluted, The Drawn Out, and The Forgettable
“Nevada Smith” begins poorly,
caries on badly, and ends hysterically with Karl Malden bleeding to death in a
mountain stream and screaming at Steve McQueen. Yes I just spoiled the ending,
but I also saved you from sitting through two hours of convoluted chaos. This
film takes a simple premise and turns it into a jumbled Western that you’ll
ultimately forget.
At the
beginning of the film we meet Max Sands who is played by Steve McQueen. Max
(again played by 35 year old, blond-haired, blue-eyed McQueen) is a 16 year
old, half-Kiowa boy, and if that’s hard to imagine then buckle up because this
movie will push your suspension of disbelief to the limit. Max’s parents are
tortured to death by three desperadoes, (Karl Malden, Martin Landau, and Arthur
Kennedy.) Burning with rage, Max sets out on a very long quest to get revenge
on the men who killed his family. Along the way he meets Jonas Cord (Brian Keith)
a gunsmith who transforms the kid into a gunslinger in a two-minute montage.
Now able to wield a gun, Max sets out on a journey that is 40 minutes too long.
As he journeys across the West, Max doe despicable things to get revenge and
ignores everyone who tells him he should stop. In the end after being a
terrible person Max rides away into the sunset with no ramifications
whatsoever.
The most
frustrating part of “Nevada Smith” is that it’s a missed opportunity. There are
countless wonderful Westerns about revenge that manage to keep it simple, There
are great Westerns which contemplate the morality of the hero’s actions. “Nevada
Smith” is neither of these films. Instead it’s a movie that fails to pick a
lane. It could just be a simple 90-minute revenge Western where Steve McQueen
hunts down the bad guys. Yet the film wastes so much time pointlessly moralizing
on McQueen’s actions, and in the end it leads nowhere because McQueen’s
character doesn’t change.
Ultimately, “Nevada Smith” is a
mediocre picture that lacks all tonal cohesion. The cinematography is gorgeous,
but it feels wasted on this film where everyone’s just muddling through. McQueen
just stands there and seems happy to cash a check. Karl Malden chews the
scenery, and everyone else spews bland dialogue that you’ll eventually forget.
Sadly the film is a missed opportunity, and really there are better Westerns
out there.
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