Johnny Guitar

"Spin the wheel, Eddie". One of those great movies one can't quite explain, just experience. One bold choice that pays off after another. And such forceful violence. Also, for all the film's camp reputation Johnny Guitar never got enough credit for how functional as a…

Filipe Furtado

Sexual repression isn't necessarily a code for homosexuality (or bisexuality, or any form of non-heterosexuality), but when combined with an anti-McCarthyist story as this was, and the director's other works which often deal directly with the subject matter, and it's hard…

Sally Jane Black

"Never seen a woman more like a man. She looks like one, acts like one, and sometimes makes me feel like I'm not." Really hard to imagine this coming out in 1954. Director Nicholas Ray had already made In a Lonely Place with Humphrey Bogart, so it's not like this is some…

ScreeningNotes

No one has ever filmed passion quite like Nicholas Ray.

Filipe Furtado

The beautiful thing about movies is that there are so many and it’s impossible to watch them all and sometimes you’ll watch one so good it alters your dna. Anyways, I just watched Johnny Guitar for the first time.

Joe A

JOHNNY GUITAR, Nicholas Ray, 1954, por João Bénard da Costa. Era inevitável. Tinha de ser. Se escrevo sobre “os filmes da minha vida”, como podia ficar de fora “o filme da minha vida”, my Johnny Guitar? Só mesmo quem não me conheça nem mais gordo nem mais magro, podia…

Foco - Revista de Cinema

"The French are the best interviewers ... They also have the gift of the unexpected letdown. The ultimate zinger. 'There are only three great directors in the history of film,' they will announce. I smile shyly. 'There is D.W. Griffith.' I roll my eyes toward Heaven in an…

Will Sloan

I think those mean people should have left Vienna alone

David Sims

I like how Joan Crawford's gaze travels both in-scene and outside of it, past the camera, like she sees you, the viewer, and knows you're implicated in this too, like when a spooky painting watches you move across the room.

fran hoepfner