|
 |
A mix of
gold lust, adventure and circumstances lure four offbeat characters-
samurai-like loner, a vicious scalp hunter, a retired sea captain and his
indentured servant girl- into an unusual alliance.
Deep in the vast and foreboding desert, all are caught in a battle between
Apache and Navajo tribes. Facing these seemingly unsurmountable odds, the
alliance is short-lived as their tremendous lust for gold turns them again
each other.![]() |
In the late 1830s, when much of the Old West was still Mexican territory, 4
people are travelling through the deserts, north of Texas and a 3-day ride
from Santa Fe. They are: the Scalphunter, who says his trade is being a
"buffaler" (buffalo hide trader), he is in search of gold; a former ship's
Captain, also in search of the gold; a Woman from England, a former
chambermaid who, in exchange for ship's passage to America, signed an
agreement to serve the Captain for 5 years, she is an indentured servant;
and Mr. Rainbow, a former soldier who killed Indians. The Captain sets out
to find some of Montezuma's gold, risking danger from both the native
Indians and Mexican soldiers. The woman wants to get out of her contract
with the Captain and go to New Orleans, she asks Mr. Rainbow to take her
there, but he turns her down. Scalphunter wants half of the Captain's gold,
and tags along with his men. Mr. Rainbow sets out across the desert through
the Viaje de la Muerte, the Journey of Death.
One night, during a terrible wind storm, the Captain and the Woman and
Scalphunter and his men are in a small cabin. Scalphunter snaps impatiently
at his men to be quiet. The Captain begins his lecture, "We were in the
North Sea in mid-December, sailing for Glasgow harbor, when a black mask
came over the horizon. For a solid fortnight, Davey Jones swabbed the decks.
10 men washed overboard before I had time to call all hands below. There
were 50 of us, aye 50, holed up in a room not half the size of this one.
Tossed against the hull, so hard you could hear their bones crack. And for
the whole time, from not one mother's son, was there a whimper." Scalphunter
quips sarcastically, "Do you know what your trouble is, Captain? You ain't
got no boat." Just then, Mr. Rainbow drops in. Is he after the gold or the
woman, or both? An intriguing movie with fascinating character studies.
(amazon)
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
 |
 |
|
Interview with David Leeds:
Mr. Rainbow, right down to his name, is a hero of sixties and
seventies counter culture with his championship of oppressed
minorities and rejection of the establishment (the army). Did you
choose the themes first or the genre? In other words, did you want
to make a Western first, or was the Western simply a convenient
genre to explore certain issues?
You're right about the counter culture. In fact, in the script, Mr.
Rainbow wore coloured glasses - basically hippy shades, which were
actually rare, but historically authentic. It was from these that
the character got the name, Mr. Rainbow (prismatic effects, etc.)
The first moment I saw them on Chris I said forget it. They just
looked weird, not cool or believable at all.
|
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
 |
 |
|
How did you do the vulture scene? They looked like real vultures and
that they were actually attacking Walken.
Indeed the
vultures were real and they very much were trying to attack Chris.
We had a 'vulture wrangler' who swore he had done this before, but
after what we went through to shoot that scene, I doubt it. The
vultures were tied with wire and staked down, just below ground
level, or in some cases, we put rocks in front of the stakes. They
were wild and frenzied, and were trying to get at Chris for real.
Several times they broke away, but luckily none went right at his
face. In retrospect, we were very lucky he wasn't hurt. Chris's
attitude throughout the film, in scenes of physical distress and
discomfort, was to dive right in.
|
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
 |
 |
|
While
writing the script, I kept thinking of a young Clint Eastwood type.
Then, I saw the Paul Mazursky film, Next Stop Greenwich Village
(1976). There was a moment at the end of the film where Chris, who
really had quite a minor, supporting role, walks into a bedroom and
finds a buddy dead of suicide on the bed. He turns when someone else
starts to come in, and says: 'Don't'. That moment and look, and
affect was where I said, wait, that's the character. It was like a
young Clint Eastwood on the surface, but with all the interior life,
questioning, and angst that Chris has.
|
|
 |
 |
| |
|
|
 |
 |
|
Christopher Walken has mentioned on various occasions that he
doesn't like (i) horses (ii) the sun (iii) guns. Did he have any
particular problems with any of these things while shooting the
film?
Chris was at that
time, totally a creature of New York. I had in fact arranged for
riding lessons for him in Central Park, and sent him a shootable
version of the Colt-Patterson repeater, asking him to practise
taking it apart and putting it together and had arranged a place
where he could fire it. I also asked him to grow his hair a bit and
not shave for a week before filming, and we'd figure out the best
look when he got to location. Let's put it this way: the wrangler
said he'd never been on a horse, the gun was unfired, and his hair
was short, normal for him. It's fair to say that he didn't like
horses, guns, or the sun. What he did have, however, was an early
form of that intense, hard to read, off rhythm syncopation that has
come to be so much him. I don't think he'd spent much time out of
doors, certainly not in the wilderness, but part of what's so
compelling and interesting about his performance, is all these
tensions, which definitely, in the end, served the character well.
|
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
 |
 |
|
He approached the character, from an interior point of view, and
stayed focused on that. When Chris was staked out, for example, he
did a good job of going in and out of delirious fragments which
applied to the character, situation, conditions and so on. It was
totally improvised, and it is something I find in films, not that
easy to do convincingly. Chris' instincts for things like that, and
in general are exceptional. I think he nailed the combination of
alienation and engagement I had in mind, terrifically.
In terms of Mr.
Rainbow's aborted sunglasses, and long hair: my original conception
was very much as you posited earlier, in terms of the seventies
hippy anti-establishment credo. There were many shots of and cut
aways to prismatic effects from his sunglasses throughout the
script. And, as I mentioned, Chris's initial look was a
disappointment to me. However, In retrospect, I think, again, his
instincts were great, and served the character better than mine
would have. I think my image was too obvious and clichéd. His
created a much more universal and certainly more timeless character
in terms of 'look'.
|
|
 |
 |
| |
|
|
 |
 |
Chris ist ziemlich schmal, trägt einen großen Cowboyhut, reitet perfekt,
ist einmal nicht der Böse, hilft den Indianern und stirbt NICHT. Und
täglich brennt die Sonne nieder. Doch: fast krepiert er einmal, als er
an einen Felsen geschmiedet wird und die Aasgeier schon auf ihn warten.
Die anderen Goldgräber, die einen Schatz gefunden haben, wollten ihn
nicht mehr bei sich haben.
back to filmography
German Christopher Walken-Forum
hosted by
www.tigriffith.com |
|