The Last Man Standing
Walter Hill (The Warriors) takes a stab at the oft-told Yojimbo story. Bruce Willis stars as John Smith, a gun-toting drifter in Prohibition-era Texas who plays two bootlegger gangs against one another.
Critics at the time (Roger Ebert in particular) lambasted the film for its bleak nature; this is sort of dumb, because that's the film's intention, and at that, it succeeds quite well. Bruce Willis gets some dour but cool noir-style narration (the best of which starts the film off), Christopher Walken gets to growl, talk about killing orphans, and shoot people up, and David Patrick Kelley ('Warriors ... come out to plaaay!') gets to blow his top and scream a lot.
The film overall is pretty slick and straightforward, almost too much so. It's an exercise in style that sometimes works, and sometimes feels just plain weird when the 20s-30s-style gangster parts collide with the Western tone. Frankly, I might have liked it better if I hadn't already seen this story done as a straight-up Western. Sure, there was a Western tone to Yojimbo, but this film seemed to go overboard.
Also, some of the moments from other versions of the story were somewhat killed here. When the protagonist views the fiery carnage, for instance, you don't get the sense of danger that one stray look from the killers, and he too could be killed; he is in a car, and can therefore flee the scene fairly easily.
Still, when you're up against the likes of Akira Kurusawa and Sergio Leone, it's hard to compete. It's a solid effort, and if it had just been a little longer and tried to create more of its own moments, it could've been great.
I do wonder, though, how many takes Walter Hill does. There were a couple of lines - and a really cheesy scream - that just didn't seem to fit.
Smoking marijuana, eating Cheez Doodles, and masterfully debating do not constitute 'plans' in my book - Walter 'Heisenberg' White