Thursday, July 17, 2008

I'm Not A Movie Critic,However Allow Me To Critique This Movie





















Wow,The Assassination Of The Outlaw Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford is a long title for a story in any type of media but, especially a movie.

Music was very good-kind of spooky and dark.

Very good historical accuracy-as good as any movie that I've been reasonably familiar with the background.

No glamorization of the life style these men led-their lives were short and brutish. They lived every day in fear and often sick with TB and other ailments worsened by constantly being rundown.

They weren't Robin Hoods even though people of the time believed they were. They were self serving homicidal maniacs and man, it shows in this movie.

Jesse James' father was a Baptist preacher and hemp farmer.

Jesse James was such a bad man that the person who murdered him felt he had to wait until he was totally unarmed,standing on a chair and his back was to him to shoot him in the back of the head in broad daylight, though he had 24 hour access to him. I think most of us might picture doing such a dirty deed in the dead of night-would probably be suicidal though. The man did not hardly sleep and when he did shut his eyes he had a cocked pistol in one hand and three more in a gunbelt on his person or nearby.

Jesse's mother Zereldas arm was blown off in a Pinkerton raid on her home. As I recall a grenade was dropped down the chimney. After Jesse's death she would give guided tours of her place for a dollar. For a little extra tourists could take pebbles from his grave which she would have replenished earlier that morning from a nearby creek.

Robert Ford is pictured at top. He is holding the pistol he killed Jesse James with. He was shot in the throat with a double barrel shotgun by a man who wanted to be The Man Who Killed The Man Who Killed Jesse James.

What an epitaph?

Wonder where that pistol is now?

The house he was shot in still stands and is open for tours. It's been moved twice since the shooting.

Jesse and Frank James are in the lower picture. Frank died of old age.After retiring from the outlaw life he became a shoe salesman,theater guard and an author and lecturer on his exploits. He died at the family farm at 72 years of age.

In his early life he wanted to be a school teacher and was fond of reading Shakespeare.

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