As I stay in the theater to see the next Mur Oti film, I see the man being carried out on a stretcher. Gary reassures me that he seems to be conscious and alert. (I’m reminded of the time a man cried out when John Travolta plunged the hypodermic needle into Uma Thurman;s chest in “Pulp Fiction” on the opening night of the New York Fim Festival – it turned out he was having a heart attack.)
“Orgullo” (“Pride”) is introduced as “the first Western shot in Europe." How about all those German silents based on the work of Karl May? But that’s a mere quibble: “Orgullo” is a real discovery, a monumentally-filmed masterpiece with overtones of “The Furies,” “Forty Guns,” “Duel in the Sun,” “Desert Fury,” and many others. Lovers Laura Mendoza and Enrique de Alzaga are kept apart by the long feud between their families, whose huge ranches are separated by a river essential in watering their livestock. A drought and range war interrupts their reconciliation and marriage. Glorious Spanish vistas and sequences of torturous cattle drives (and no CGI) are the backdrop for sincere and compelling melodrama. I’m completely enthralled.
The article in “Sight and Sound” that inspired Daniela Michel to program his films was published only in February of this year. Reading it revealed why Michel had said that “Orgullo” was the first Western shot in Europe -- puzzling to those of us who remembered German cowboy-and-Indian silents based on the work of Karl May. What Mar Diestro-Dipo had written was that “Orgullo” is “the filmin which Mur Oti single-handedly invented the European [italics mine] Western, preceding the success of Sergio Leone by a full ten years.”
I finish the day with a new French film, “A coeur ouvert,” (literally “With Open Heart,” a reference to the characters’ profession of heart surgeon, but to be released, apparently, as “A Monkey on My Shoulder”), with passionate performances by Juliette Binoche and Edgar Ramirez, by actress-director Marion Laine – not to be confused with her earlier film “A Simple Heart,” starring Sandrine Bonnaire. Binoche and Ramirez play a folie à deux couple who wrestle with his alcoholism and her unexpected and undesired pregnancy.
It’s as engagingly overwrought as the previous film couple’s entanglement, and a fitting end to a stressful day that began almost exactly 24 hours earlier with Mr. Toad’s Mad Ride. I walk hotelwards through the light rain – good movie-going weather.