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"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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Showing posts with label Buffalo Bill and the Indians. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 12, 2025

Buffalo Bill and the Indians, or Sitting Bull's History Lesson (Robert Altman, 1976)

Joel Grey, Geraldine Chaplin, and Paul Newman in Buffalo Bill and the Indians

Cast: Paul Newman, Joel Grey, Kevin McCarthy, Harvey Keitel, Burt Lancaster, Allan F. Nicholls, Geraldine Chaplin, John Considine, Will Sampson, Frank Kaquitts, Robert DoQui, Mike Kaplan, Burt Remsen, Bonnie Leaders, Noelle Rogers, Evelyn Lear, Denver Pyle, Pat McCormick, Shelley Duvall. Screenplay: Alan Rudolph, Robert Altman, suggested by a play by Arthur Kopit. Cinematography: Paul Lohmann. Production design: Anthony Masters. Film editing: Peter Appleton, Dennis M. Hill. Music: Richard Baskin. 

"Nostalgia ain't what it used to be," says Buffalo Bill (Paul Newman) in Robert Altman's deconstruction of the Wild West myth that Bill Cody, with the help of the novelist Ned Buntline (Burt Lancaster), had created. Buffalo Bill and the Indians premiered in the bicentennial year of 1976 and was poorly received by both critics and audiences, though probably not because of any offenses to patriotism. It's overlong and unfocused, relying more on Newman's charisma than on any attempt at giving the character depth and substance. It's no revelation that the man who made the myth of the Wild West was a racist and an egomaniac. There are amusing moments: Joel Grey delivers the malapropisms of Nate Salisbury, the producer of Bill's show, with sly finesse, and Geraldine Chaplin and John Considine spar nicely as Annie Oakley and Frank Butler. Bill's supposed infatuation with opera singers lets Evelyn Lear, as a soprano called Nina Cavallini, beautifully sing "The Last Rose of Summer" in Italian. But the movie has nowhere to go. If Sitting Bull does teach Buffalo Bill a history lesson, as the subtitle suggests, it doesn't seem to have any effect.