Why keep it in when you can scream it out?
The wild West, dust bunnies, sand smeared and sun burnt faces, Stetsons, creaking wooden doors of taverns with the horse parking, the ominous looking hangman’s noose erected in the middle of the town, blonde (or in the rare case, brunette) bombshells, shining Sheriff badges, the surprisingly modern looking interiors of the lawman’s office, horse chases through the vast, rocky landscape, shady looking inns to stay the night, the spouting of one-liners that rival our resident Rajinikanth, and Clint Eastwood (come on! Isn’t there something magnificent about how in the same vein Eastwood’s “ever notice how sometimes you come across somebody you shouldn’t have f***ed with? Well, I’m that guy” and Rajini’s “Pera kettaale chumma adhirudhulla?!” are). These are the ingredients required to create the perfect Western film (this author, of course, concedes to ‘Mackenna’s Gold’, which featured Gregory Peck, but maintains that it is the exception that proves the rule). By no means am I an expert on Western movies. But I’ve enjoyed the ones I have been able to watch.
I think the reason I love the Western movie genre is because Western movies constitute that portion of rational, logical and otherwise ‘proper’ Hollywood that resembles Boolywood-ian, Kollywood-ian, Tollywood-ian larger than life heroes, who can send the villain’s henchmen flying with a flick of their fingers, usually with some vendetta to settle, and story lines that are so hero-centric that even after eliminating every other character, the movie would still make sense.
Of course, the lack of Dhin-chak songs is a glaring difference, but that is probably because Western movie heroes are infallible like the rocky terrain they hail from, unlike their eclair-like Indian counterparts — hard on the outside but soft and gooey on the inside — still able to day dream about holding the fair lady in their arms, somewhere in sub-zero temperatures of Switzerland or Canada, he bare chested and she in a translucent saree designed to expose maximum skin to the freezing wind – sigh, the irrational romance of it all!
But hey! Whatever brings in the money, right?