
Starring: Eastwood
Directed by Eastwood
Life in a gold mine town is pretty sweet livin. You spend most of your day playing in the dirt. You get a steady diet of beans, work flex-time hours, and showering is optional. In fact, if you want to take a day off and get drunk - that’s ok because really all you need to do is find one good-sized nugget and you’d be set for the whole winter. Then there’s all that singing and dancing in the mud. But once in a while a pack of thugs will ride into camp and stake their claim on your land and shoot your dog.
Most of the prospectors pick themselves up, dust themselves off (why bother) and start panning for another day. Some dude named Ulrik decides he’s had enough and packs up his sleepin mat and heads for the hills … those Ulrik’s have a tendency of being kinda flaky when the going gets tough. A young girl, who had to bury her dog, prays to God to send down an angel to protect them from danger. Enter Clint - the Pale Rider himself.
That’s a heck of coincidence - or is it? Is Clint a do-gooder Preacher who happens to ride into town to save the day or is there a higher power at play here to exact vengeance for this girl’s dead dog? Well it’s up to you to figure it out because Pale Rider doesn’t provide the answers. There’s no back story for this Mysterious Stranger, oddly enough, he doesn’t even seem to have a name.
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There is a quick glimpse at a possible clue, Clint’s back is splattered with bullet hole scars that would have killed any normal man. But Lesson 1 of Eastwood 101 is that Clint is no normal man. He can wield an ax handle like a Samurai and he can smack a giant in the berries with a sledge hammer and still have enough oomph to crack a large boulder in two.
Into town rides the crooked Deputy and his gang of six gunslingers. The Deputy and Clint have a history, but don‘t expect the movie to tell you what it is. Maybe he’s the guy that put those scars on Clint’s back? Well the Deputy seems to be under the impression that Clint is dead. I have a sneaky feeling he was the one that done done the killing, so needless to say, he’s a bit surprised when Clint puts a bullet in his head.
Pale Rider has an ambiguous style that is more successful than the actual execution of the film. By the time the late 80’s rolled around, Westerns were pretty much a dead horse. Pale Rider was hyped as the great return of the classic American cinema style … it didn’t turn out to quite be the savior that Clint was riding in on his spotted white horse.