THE WILD BUNCH -
BRIAN FOX
There's a certain
type of book that I've always had a fondness for and that's the movie
tie-in, particularly those from the 1960s and early 1970s. Even
though all these books are is essentially an addition to a movie, a
kind of souvenir of it, they're still wonderful little artefacts and
pretty cool things to collect. Not that I do collect them, I should
point out. Published as paperbacks by publishing houses such as
Tandem, Corgi, or Fontana they always came in stylishly designed
covers and when an old copy of one one falls into my hands it's
always a joy to read.
Needless to say,
whenever such a book is donated to any charity shop in Exmouth (which
isn't very often at all - these kind of books seem to be getting ever
more rare) then I nab it immediately.
The Wild Bunch
by Brian Fox is one such book.
As a summary, this
is the story of a gang of ageing outlaws known as The Wild Bunch
pulling off one last robbery so as to enable them to retire, whilst
all the time being pursued by a posse of bounty hunters hired by the
railroad and led by an ex-Wild Bunch member.
As I say, that's
just a summary because in actual fact it's about much, much more than
that. I even would go so far as to say that actually it's almost
Shakespearian.
As a novelization
of the film, it's a pretty faithful rendition of the script. It's
fast-paced and doesn't go in for any unnecessary descriptions of
anything. The action and the dialogue is all. The depth and the
substance of it as with the film, however, is in its underlying
themes.
On one major level,
The Wild Bunch is all about violence and in the hands of director Sam
Peckinpah this was fully and even extravagantly realised. Peckinpah's
films are famous, of course, for their slow motion depictions of
specific moments, particularly at the point of when somebody is being
killed. Peckinpah shows people being shot in all its bloody yet
beautifully balletic detail and The Wild Bunch was the full,
florid flowering of his cinematic vision.
Released in 1969,
just a year after Arthur Penn's Bonnie And Clyde, The Wild Bunch
upped the ante ten-fold in it's unblinking depiction of violence.
Penn's film had ended with the two gangsters being ambushed and shot
to bits in a hail of bullets, their bodies flicked around like bloody
puppets. Cinema-goers had never seen anything like it before. The
Wild Bunch was not only visually more shocking with its scenes of
violence but emotionally more shocking too. Peckinpah showed that the
whole world in which The Wild Bunch traversed - that being Texas and
Mexico of 1913 - was drowning in a sea of violence. This was the
world of the classic Hollywood western - the world of Henry Fonda and
John Wayne - but turned upside down.
The
Wild Bunch are violent killers themselves: from the start whilst
holding up a bank, the leader, Pike Bishop, barks out an order to his
men in regard to the bank staff and members of the public caught up
in the robbery: "If they move, kill 'em!"
The
railroad bosses are men of violence who have no qualms about
massacring women townfolk in a bid to ambush The Wild Bunch. The
bounty hunters are obviously violent men as they kill then strip the
dead of their boots and guns. The Mexican army deal in nothing but
violence as (led by the psychotic savagery of General Mapache) they
massacre their own people in raids on villages. The presence of
German officers alongside Mapache signifies the impending violence of
large-scale war. Even the children who bear witness to all this play
games involving the feeding of scorpions to red ants before burning
them all alive. Significantly, it is a child who fires the final shot
that kills Pike Bishop and even more significantly, it is the
children who are so obviously the inheritors and future perpetuators
of this violence that they've been born into.
The
story starts with a bloody massacre as god-fearing, gospel-singing
men and women are caught in the crossfire between The Wild Bunch and
the bounty hunters; and it ends in a final, monumental massacre as
The Wild Bunch take on the Mexican army, puting to good use a Gatlin
gun to even up the odds.
So if this was the
world in which everyone was drowning where might hope, salvation or
redemption lay? This is where the other major theme comes into play.
According to Peckinpah, it was in loyalty and friendship as again and
again Pike Bishop is shown informing his gang in no uncertain terms
how they need to stick together:
"When you side with a man, you stay
with him and if you can't do that you're like some animal. You're
finished. We're finished. All of us!"
It is in the
betrayal of that loyalty and the resulting guilt that the other
themes come into play, being also an explanation as to why the bounty
hunters in pursuit of The Wild Bunch are being led by an ex-Bunch
member.
Come the end of the
film, The Wild Bunch's loyalty to a fellow gang member held captive by Mapache eclipses any
amount of gold and any dream of a better life, and it is this very
loyalty that separates them from everyone else. Adherence to such an
idea in this changing, violently turbulent world of the west, where
cars are soon to replace horses and machines are being built to
enable man to fly, marks them out to be men with no future.
Walking into final
battle, their fate already sealed, The Wild Bunch suddenly become
heroes amongst men with their epitaphs about to be written in the
blood of friend and foe alike.
The Wild Bunch is
arguably one of the greatest westerns in the history of cinema and as
the years go by its stature only grows. It brilliantly captures the
end of an age and an end of an epoch not only in cinema and how the
west might ever be shown again but in the way that the world is and
might forever now be viewed. The fact that all the main players in
the film - William Holden, Ernest Borgnine, Robert Ryan, Warren
Oates, etc - are all now dead in real life simply adds further
poignancy and pathos to the tale.
It's unlikely
you'll easily pick up a copy of the book of the film so I would urge
anyone to instead watch the actual film. It's an action-packed,
full-on visual feast but probably more importantly it's food for
thought.
John Serpico
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