Johnny Guitar is a sham Western, a risible and garish melodrama, and a guise for the boiling, salacious sexual tendencies of its characters, who are not what they appear to be. It is the last of these, as the meatiness and sweat hidden by the unserious platitudes of the genre, that makes Johnny Guitar an adroit film to those willing to look beneath its shiny, Saran-wrap surface. The obvious parallels to McCarthyism, in spite of what many critics have seen as the satirical value of this tidbit, are far less interesting than the meat of the film—for obvious reasons. The existence of contemporary political criticism, embedded within the film itself,…
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I Years before the onslaught of a madness that was to incapacitate him, voiding his intellect like the snapping of a high wire of isolation and brilliance, Friedrich Nietzsche wrote a book by the name of The Gay Science featuring the parable of the madman leaping into the marketplace, bearing a lantern in the morning hours. Its echoes, reverberating through the decades to come, would sound across the wasteland of the twentieth century whose cruelty and slaughter would eclipse all conceptions of the 19th-century imagination: “The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. ‘Whither is God?’ he cried; ‘I will tell you. We have killed him—you…
