John Wayne’s final movie serves as a benediction for gunfighters at the dawn of the 20th Century, and for Wayne’s career as a celluloid gunfighter. It does the latter better than the former, making it more of an obligation for fans of the Duke than for Western fans generally.
The Shootist brings to mind Clint Eastwood’s Unforgiven, to which it compares unfavorably. Clint’s gunfighter elegy hits harder, resonates deeper and is vastly more satisfying. The Duke didn’t lose many fights, but he did this one.
Lauren Bacall delivers the movie’s best performance as a strong and lovely widow who makes ends meet by renting out rooms. How Hollywood has changed over the decades. Bacall was in her 50s, yet plays a character in her 40s. Today they’d probably have a thirtysomething actress play the part.
John Wayne rarely disappoints, and doesn’t here. Still it’s not one of his legendary performances even though it’s his last.
The rest of the large cast includes plenty of big stars performing well.
The story plays just this side of comedy, notwithstanding the pathos of an aging gunfighter afflicted with cancer. Villains who are little more than caricatures give the overall film a lightweight gloss.
Old fashioned Western gunplay, with little to no blood and certainly no guts.
How many gunfighters exist in Hollywood movies versus in the real wild West? My guess: somewhere between 100 and 1,000 fold more. This movie has several of ’em.