The cinetrix's favorite Western [granted, not much of a contest] plays tonight in New York at Film Forum.
If you haven't seen Johnny Guitar yet, you really can't call yourself a film lover. It's hysterical and hyperbolic.
See it for that godawful theme song. See it for the wussy cowboys. See it for Joan Crawford's amazing stain-repellent white gown.
But mostly, see it for Mercedes McCambridge. I mean, look at her, would you please? She's so butch, yet her voice squeaks like Rocky the Squirrel's. Who wouldn't want to watch her square off against Joan Crawford?
