Calgary Herald
By Jamie Portman
July 29, 1972
European western starring Charles Bronson
A train
rumbles up to the sunbaked old railway station. Hey! Who’s that leaning against
the station wall – that guy with the beady eyes, sweat-brimmed hat, spaghetti
mustache and unwashed face?
Good grief!
It’s Charles Bronson, the swarthy hero of umpteen European westerns.
Bronson’s a
fast worker. Before we know it, he’s on board that train carrying out a robbery
in his own inimitable fashion.
“My assistants
are going to take up a collection,” he cheerfully informs the gaping passengers.
“Just like they do in church.”
SINISTER DUDE
Unfortunately,
one of Bronson’s assistants is a sinister dude in black who, on closer
inspection, turns out to be French matinee idol Alain Delon.
Delon is one
of those ice-blooded villains who like to pump bullet holes into people, in
this case, however, he’s guilty of the most dangerous type of recklessness. He
breaks into a private railway car occupied by the honorable Japanese ambassador
to the United States, and rudely steals a magnificent, jeweled gold sword.
Since the
sword happens to be a gift from the Mikado to the president of the United
States, the ambassador is understandably vexed.
MOKUM
CONTENT
Through
a set of circumstances better known as screenwriter’s contrivance, Bronson
falls into the ambassador’s clutches.
The ambassador
assigns a rocka-faced Samurai (Toshiro Mifune) to accompany Bronson in tracking
down the insidious Delon.
“I commit
hara-kiri if I fail,” intones Mifune.
“That’s
something I would like to see,” grins Bronson.
“And he will
cut your head off,” adds the ambassador.
“That’s
something I wouldn’t like to see,” quavers Bronson.
The basic rule
of thumb for made-in-Europe westerns is that the more outrageous their hokum
content, the greater their entertainment value. Red Sun, now in its second week
at the Westbrook One, ranks high in this category. As Sir Noel Coward once
observed, tripe and onions can be a palatable dish if properly concocted.
And Red Sun is
certainly a concoction. These European westerns are usually filmed in Spain
with a wildly international production team. Ever since Clint Eastwood riddled
out a reputation in his Man With No Name characterizations these movies have
been labeled “spaghetti westerns” because of their predominantly Latin origins.
But Red Sun
has a British director in Terence Young, the man responsible for three James
Bond films. And even though it’s been filmed in some forsaken part of Spain,
it’s less spaghetti than it is sukiyaki.
That’s because of the formidable presence of
Toshiro Mifune as the avenging Samurai. He and Bronson naturally detest each
other. Bronson makes several attempts to escape from his awesome comrade, but
Mifune is more than a match for him.
DURABLE CHARACTER
Mifune never
gets tired because he can sleep while trudging up the slopes. He also claims
considerable expertise in judo. Bronson starts getting really worried when
Mifune eliminates mosquitoes from an evening campsite by drawing his sword and
chopping the pesky insects in half while they’re actually in flight. Bronson
panics, and stupidly shove this frightening person off a cliff, but even that
doesn’t work. For the purpose of this film Mifune is about as durable as Dr.
Frankenstein’s monster. He may not be credible, but who expects credibility
from a motion picture like this one.
Mifune does
have a few human weaknesses. He and Bronson visit an “establishment” frequently
patronized by the elusive Delon, and while Mifune solicits the favors of one of
the girls, Bronson and Ursula Andress, another of the inmates indulge in such vintage
repartee as the following:
He:
“Christine, you’re a whore, you’ve always been one, and you always will be
one.”
She: “You
always did know how to speak to a woman.”
Meanwhile, in
some back parlor, some amateur musician is plunking out Robert Schumann’s
children piece, The Jolly Farmer, on the piano. Elsewhere in the film, the
music is less incongruous, having been composed by modern tune smith Maurice
Jarre in his familiar style of torrid opulence.
Red Sun is
unquestionably lively, and also quite bloody. Predictably, Bronson turns out
not to have a heart of flint after all. But our first impression of Delon as a
double-dyed skunk is thoroughly vindicated by the end of the film. Miss Andress
is ornamental, whereas Mr. Mifune is monumental.
There are
alsos several marauding Spanish extras dressed in Apache costumes. In a movie
like this, anything goes.
I don't think I would go around calling a woman a whore. I might get shot with a derringer or something. As for that sukiyaki comment about Red Sun? They're absolutely right. But it's not the only Western that has done this. Over 30 years later in 2007, "Sukiyaki Western Django" did the very same thing. I've seen the film and with the exception of the character Ringo none of the other characters are named. Imagine that!
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