- WINCHESTER ’73
- 1:00 4:40
- DESTRY RIDES AGAIN
2 FILMS FOR 1 ADMISSION
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(1950, Anthony Mann) James Stewart restlessly pursues both his no-good brother and the rifle of the title through shooting contests, Indian attacks, and the spectacular late entrance of guest villain Dan Duryea, to a climactic shootout. Approx. 92 min. 35mm.
“Marks the beginning of a fertile Mann-Stewart saddle-sore revenge cycle
that would bring out the best of both artists. It’s just too brilliant for words.”
– Time Out New York
“A sprawling, picaresque tale of a feud between two brothers...broke new ground in soiling Stewart's white hat and launching him on a path of neuroticism and blood-guilt retribution.”
– The Village Voice
“Humanizes an overworked genre with natural dialogue, acting and a director’s original ‘film eye’.” – Manny Farber
“Here, the James Stewart who rides into town is a baleful, haunted version of the actor's earlier dawdling sopranos... there's a streak of nasty unease, of coiled violence, in this beloved actor that's still shocking to see spring out”
– Fernando F. Croce, Slant
“The way rugged action director Mann and screenwriter Borden Chase deploy their characters is anything but stock. Courage, integrity, and loyalty get tested at every turn. And Stewart’s reedy intensity holds the picture together. His seismic shock of recognition when he first spots McNally is a peak of action-film performance.”
– Michael Sragow, The New Yorker
(1939, George Marshall) Milk-drinking sheriff Jimmy Stewart refuses to pack a gun, even as saloon singer Marlene Dietrich pauses from checking to “see what the boys in the backroom will have” to tangle in an epic catfight with Una Merkel. Approx. 94 min. 35mm.
"Marvellous comedy Western... What is remarkable about the film is the way it combines humour, romance, suspense and action so seamlessly (with individual scenes - Dietrich singing 'See What the Boys in the Back Room Will Have', Stewart's delicious parable about a homicidal orphan, Mischa Auer losing his pants – indelibly printed in the memory). Flawless performances, pacy direction and a snappy script place it head and shoulders above virtually any other spoof oater."
– Geoff Andrew, TIme Out (London)