Jeff Arnold’s West

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The Lonely Man (Paramount, 1956)

Not what you’d expect


It comes as something of a surprise to see a black & white psycho-western from Paramount as late as 1956, the year, after all, of big color Westerns like Warners’ The Searchers. These small, intense, rather noir psychological Westerns seem to belong more to the late 40s. One thinks of Pursued or Blood on the Moon. But in ’56 Jack Palance, in his fourth Western, made a kind of return of his Wilson in Shane. You have to imagine that Shane didn’t shoot him, then that he wandered the West as a gunslinger and finally met with personal sorrow. A stretch, I agree. But that’s the character of Jacob Wade (not Jake Wade, he was another gunman). Palance plays up the anguish as he comes home to find his wife dead and a son who hates him. Palance wasn’t always good in Westerns – some of his later ones were frankly dire – but when he was on form, with a decent script, he could do intense gunmen very well.


The boy with daddy issues is Anthony Perkins, then 24. He plays a neurotic, oversensitive youth who blames his gunslinger daddy (who suddenly appears and in a Darth Vader moment announces his paternity) for the death of Mom – she jumped off a cliff when she could stand it no more. Actually, he has mommy issues too (perhaps he was practicing for his motel job in a few years). He thinks she was a martyr and saint; it transpires that she wasn’t quite so perfect. But you can’t tell the boy that. Perkins only did three Westerns (four if you count Friendly Persuasion) and we don’t really associate him with the genre. In one of them, The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean, blink and you’ll miss him (and a good thing; he is singularly unfunny). So there really are only two. In The Tin Star the year after The Lonely Man, however, he had a lead part as the green young sheriff mentored by Henry Fonda, and wasn’t bad.
He throws a drink in Dad’s face. Angry son.
So son loves Ma and wishes Pa were dead. Yup, it’s a Western Oedipus. Within safe limits, of course. It is the Hollywood 1950s after all. And it’s Dad who goes blind. It sounds a bit like The Shepherd of the Hills, doesn’t it? Well, yes, here and there.


Given the son’s hatred for his daddy, it’s rather odd that he should agree to ride off with him to find a new life. But he does. They drift from place to place, being run out of towns as undesirables. Finally, the boy falls ill and Wade takes him to the ranch he had been staying at, back in his outlaw days, living with Ada (Elaine Aiken, billed only fourteenth, in her only Western). He’s not interested in Ada. He just wants the boy to get well, he wants to bond with him, he wants to hang up his guns and live in peace.
She loves him but he’s not interested
Fat chance, of course. The outlaws come back to claim him as one of their own, and won’t take no for an answer. It’s rejoin the gang or fight. No prizes for guessing which he chooses.


The great thing about The Lonely Man is not really the principals, though Palance is good and Perkins OK; it’s the rest of the cast. Right away you see one outlaw band headed by ruthless Neville Brand, thirsting for revenge on Wade, and in his gang are Lee Van Cleef and Elisha Cook Jr. Wow. Elisha is fond of a drop and Lee is a slick frock-coated gambler named Faro. Lee and Neville cook up a low-down scheme to shoot Wade from hiding. And Neville has a derringer! Typical.


And then there’s another gang, as if this one wasn’t good enough, and its boss is Claude Akins. Robert Middleton (not that fat yet) is the outlaw now siding with Wade but loathing his son. Denver Pyle is a lawman. John Doucette is there too, and there’s even Russell Simpson playing poker with Denver! What a cast. It’s definitely the best thing about the movie.
They try to bond by breaking broncs
There’s some very nice scenery, though. The Lone Pine and Sierra Nevada locations are shot in classy monochrome VistaVision by Lionel Lindon, a Paramount lifer who won an Oscar for Around the World in Eighty Days and who started work alongside Winton Hoch on Tap Roots. He had clearly learnt a thing or two. At the climax Palance walks into the saloon for the showdown just as Shane did three years before. References, huh. As I said in another post, here, about the lone-ness of Western heroes, lonely was not a word used much in Western titles. Usually, lone or lonesome was preferred, which had solitary but less negative connotations. But this man is indeed lonely and dies as such. 


I think you could watch this Western. I don’t believe you’d be disappointed.


7 Responses

  1. I like THE LONELY MAN a lot but don't care for Perkins in Westerns and
    he,for me, detracts from THE TIN STAR…I'm more of a Jeff Hunter type of guy.
    Levin,Palance and Brand later teamed up for the poor Euro Western
    DESPERADOES with Palance OTT as never before and Brand so bloated he could hardly
    get on his horse.There is a blink and you miss it Sylvia Syms topless scene for those
    who care about such things.
    To return to our previous discussion regarding Derringers in Westerns last night
    I viewed the new Koch Blu Ray of NO NAME ON THE BULLET and a wonderful transfer it
    is too. In one scene Joan Evans pulls a loaded Derringer on Audie but he's having
    none of it.This put me in the mood for a second Murphy so I watched THE GUNS OF
    FORT PETTICOAT. James Griffith,Nestor Paivor and Ray Teal play,amusingly, three
    of the most unsavory range rats to ever infest a Western.Having suspended poor Sean
    McClory from a low ceiling and despite the fact Ray and Nestor have Colt 45's
    it's left to Griffith to see off Sean with two shots from his Derringer.
    Griffith also tries to shoot Murphy with his Derringer but the gals this time
    come to Audie's rescue.GOFP is great fun if historically absurd even by Fifties
    Westerns standards.

    1. Yes, probably just as well Perkins did so few Westerns.
      The Desperados of 1969 (not the fun Randolph Scott/Glenn Ford The Desperadoes of 1943) was junk, embarrassingly bad.
      I like No Name…, one of Audie's better oaters. But I'd forgotten it was a derringer picture! Must have another look.
      Ft Petticoat also. How I love Ray Teal!
      You'll find reviews of all these by tapping the titles into the search box at the top of my home page.
      Thanks or your comment.

  2. Jeff, if “Neville has a derringer” it’s not the classic .41 over under Remington you like so much. It looks more like a slim single shot vest pistol (possibly made by Remington too) with a longer than the average barrel and very accurate too for such a long range use … Besides, a very interesting western in beautiful black and white with an excellent cast.

    1. Indeed, some derringers in Westerns are quite different pocket pistols, e.g. Rachel Brosnahan’s in DEAD FOR A DOLLAR, just reviewed.
      I prefer the over-and-under jobs.

  3. The original Deringer was a muzzleloading cap and ball single-shot pistol designed by Henry Deringer from Philadelphia in the 1820s. After Lincoln’s assassination there was a mispelling in the newspapers (Booth had used a Deringer) and it lasted until the term derringer became a generic term for any small pocket pistol including the famous Remington model 95 O/U you are so much fond of. It applies to many brands such as the Sharps pepperbox, Colt single shot etc.
    I think Eleanor Parker has a 4 barrel Sharps in Escape from Fort Bravo

    1. I had understood that the word derringer with two Rs and a small D was used expressly by manufacturers to differentiate other pocket pistols from the original Deringer, one R and caital D, for example to avoid lawsuits. But maybe it was simply a spelling mistake.
      That 4-barrel one used by Eleanor was most famously the weapon of choice of Jock Mahoney’s Yancy Derringer. He compromised with two Rs and a capital D.

  4. You are right with the lawsuit’s story I had read that too but unable to remember where. These copyright stories related to the US weaponry could make a book. Smith and Wesson were very good at protecting their inventions patents until falling into the public domain where many manufacturers launched cheaper quality products nicknamed “suicide specials” which are today very valuable collectibles.

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