Not enough identity is given Clint Eastwood in a New Mexico land struggle in which no reason is apparent for his involvement, but John Sturges' direction is sufficiently compelling to keep guns popping and bodies falling.
Not particularly complicated, and sometimes as confused as it is concise, 1972’s Joe Kidd is nonetheless a lean, reasonably satisfying slice of Clint Eastwood outlaw badassery.
Joe Kidd is a brilliant western/action movie, the movies got a good plot and all the characters do pretty well for what they're given especially the man himself Clint Eastwood. Also, this movie has got some very clever fight scenes which work quite well and even makes them very enjoyable. Overall, Joe Kidd is an amazing westen/action movie and it's a very clever one, it's honestly worth the watch.
For perhaps its first half-hour, John Sturges's new Western, Joe Kidd, looks surprisingly good. It seems restrained, relaxed, unfashionably out of the current mode in its commitment to people and horses rather than to sadistic monsters and machines. Nothing remarkable, but modestly decent—a feeling that persists, with continually diminishing assurance, almost until the climax, when everything is thrown away in a flash of false theatrics, foolish symbolism and what I suspect is sloppy editing.
Photographed by the admirable Bruce Surtees, but a curiously strangled Western which can't make up its mind whether it wants to wring straight action out of the range war between poor Mexicans and a tycoon rancher (Duvall), or to explore the moral standing of the disreputable character (Eastwood) who takes law and order into his hands.
The photography is undeniably beautiful, but there comes a point when we've had too many mountains and too little plot. All that holds the movie together is the screen persona of Eastwood, who is so convincingly tight-lipped that sometimes you have the feeling he knows what's going on and just won't tell.
Bad editing, uninspired direction, and a script that teetered precariously on the verge of parodying a John Wayne movie combined to make Joe Kidd nothing more than a plodding shoot-em-up.
'Joe Kidd' is solid.
It's not Clint Eastwood's best work but it's still a role that sufficiently entertains. You also have an important role for one Robert Duvall, who did 'The Godfather' in the same year interestingly. No-one else really stands out; not even the miscast John Saxon.
The plot is a simple one, which thankfully doesn't drag thanks to a short run time of around 90 minutes. There's also an amusing scene involving a choo-choo, so there is also that. Overall, it does enough for me.
As a western, the film is attached to the genre but gives the impression that it was made with reluctance. More than just 88 minutes, it is the lack of dynamics that keeps the viewer interested.
Other than the amazing scenery there was nothing I liked about this movie. TV Guide said it well, "Bad editing, uninspired direction, and a script that teetered precariously on the verge of parodying a John Wayne movie combined to make Joe Kidd nothing more than a plodding shoot-em-up."
Dans ce western datant de 1972, Clint Eastwood construit déjà le personnage typique qu’il va utiliser et réutiliser tout au long de sa carrière : mi-rebelle, mi-blasé, un brin décalé et carrément cynique sur les bords, sans oublier l’ironie plus ou moins cinglante qui le caractérise…
Clint est donc ici -déjà- dans sa ‘cool’ attitude qui le distingue du reste du troupeau mais malheureusement, ça ne suffit pas à sortir ce western de son marasme ni de sa lenteur à faire mourir de honte tous les escargots asthmatiques du pays. D’ailleurs, malgré également un bon Robert Duvall (comme de coutume), ce somnifère s’avère d’une puissance redoutable…
En effet, il ne s’y passe strictement rien, mis à part des dialogues lénifiants et des bavardages sans cesse de plus en plus abrutissants, lesquels tentent de faire avancer un scénario lymphatique, pour ne pas dire inexistant… un vrai scénar à deux de tension qui pue le nanar et se fait mettre minable par toutes les tortues du pays.
Bref, c’est à consommer à dose homéopathique, y compris en cas de grave insomnie : des téléspectateurs seraient passés à deux doigts du coma… alors, attention avec ce ‘Joe Kidd’ : il ne plaisante pas !