Im gonna tell him I was framed.
This was the line that made me go back and watchTheWay Of The Gunagain.
Google had more success, but when the result appeared I didnt believe it.
It was the right line, but the wrong film.
As it turned out, I hadnt forgotten it at all.
My mind had liberated lines and scenes and falsely attributed them elsewhere.
And, when I revisited it, I discovered there were lots of them.
While they wait, they subsidise their nomadic lifestyle with blood and semen donations.
As Longbaugh explains, A pint of your blood can fetch fifty bucks.
A shot of cum, three grand.
You keep your life simple and you might literally self sustain.
A hasty kidnap and ransom scheme is hatched and were off.
Theres a barren landscape, a flight to Mexico, an O.K.
There arent any good guys here.
There arent even shades of grey, theres dirt and blood, bright skies and dark hearts.
Even the pregnant girl being kidnapped has an agenda.
Sarno hugs the shadows throughout, getting things done, though youd never ask what those things are.
That line,by the way, is typical.
However, the dialogues greatest strength is that it accentuates the prevailing silence.
Parker and Longbaugh converse in grunts, grimaces, sly smiles and narrowed eyes.
They revel in ambiguity, their speech forever at odds with their actions.
Theyre unafraid to die, but dont know how to live.
They reject sympathy and decency, but when redemption finds them they embrace it grudgingly.
We dont want your forgiveness.
We wont make excuses.
Were not gonna blame you, even if you are an accessory…
But we will not accept your natural order.
We didnt come for absolution; we didnt ask to be redeemed.
But isnt that the way it is, every goddamn time, mutters Longbaugh.
This silence is backed by stillness, with lingering shots repeatedly juxtaposed against the frenzy of the situation.
Bullets may be flying, but the camera is serene and unwavering.
This is what makes the gunfights so special.
TheWay Of The Gunwas choreographed by a Navy Seal and realism takes precedent.
And the camera dwells on the consequences, to horrifying effect towards the end of the film.
The pacings all wrong, for a start.
This is a performance so awful I seriously considered going swimming with my television after an hour of it.
And yet, lines keep repeating in the endless stupid of my mind.
Scenes haunt me, I hum the music and wish to god it had been a better movie.
But dont take my word for it.
WatchTheWay Of The Gunand make up your own mind.
After all, as one of the characters correctly points out, Id never ask you to trust me.
Its the cry of a guilty soul.
