Jeff Arnold’s West

The blog of a Western fan, for other Western fans

Brimstone (Momentum Pictures, 2016)




When I saw the title Brimstone in the TV listings as a Western, I hoped it would be a
cinematic version of Robert B Parker’s 2009 Western novel of that name. I much enjoyed Appaloosa (2008) and have been (silently) urging Ed Harris to do another Virgil Cole/Everett Hitch story for some time. But nay, this Brimstone is a recent(ish) Eurowestern which is currently being screened on OCS.


Eurowesterns have come a long way since the bad old days of the 1960s. Some of them nowadays are even quite good.


This one reminds me a bit of the Danish picture The Salvation (2014), directed by Kristian Levring and starring Mads Mikkelson. It too depicts a West that is a bleak, forbidding, Nordic place and an appropriate setting for an angst-laden story which concerns crime, punishment and doubtful redemption.


Director/writer Koolhoven


The Salvation was actually shot in South Africa. This one was filmed in a variety of European locations, Hungary, the Tyrol and good old Almeria, for old times’ sake (and immediately recognizable). The DP was Rogier Stoffers, a Dutchman, and the picture was directed and written by another Netherlander, Martin Koolhoven. Just as The Salvation featured Danish i settlers, and English star Guy Pearce had to affect English with a Dutch accent, which is apparently difficult.


Reverend with a gun


Pearce’s character is known simply as The Reverend, though I was always taught that reverend was not a noun but an adjective, and you should address a clergyman as Mr Smith, say, and refer to the Reverend Mr Smith, but things have changed and you now talk about a reverend. The Reverend is a religious maniac, or at least a deeply evil man who uses religion to justify his wickedness. And he is seriously and creepily evil, a cold-blooded killer, brute, incestuous rapist, debaucher, pedophile and, perhaps, the devil. Because of this, Brimstone is not an easy film to watch. Don’t put it on if you are looking for light entertainment.


Rather like a steampunk preacher


Brimstone is after all sulfur, well-known as the hornèd one’s nonmetallic chemical element of choice, and The Reverend’s sermons almost exclusively concern the pains and torments that await those who transgress. You almost wish there were a hell, so that he might descend to it. He does know he’s going there, though. It seems to liberate him; he argues that he can commit any horror because he’s damned anyway. Funny kind of preacher.


A major weakness of the film is that it is self-indulgently long, at 148 minutes, though to be fair to it, I didn’t find that it dragged – much, anyway. It’s rather like modern books: those responsible for them feel somehow obliged to produce works that take weeks to read or hours to watch. Don’t they know that less is more?


It is divided into ‘chapters’ of slightly biblical hue, labeled, in upside-down biblical order, Revelation, Exodus, Genesis and Retribution, each separated from the other by five seconds of black-screen pause for thought (or to reel). Narrative-wise, the first ones seem to go trendily backwards, telling the backstory later.


It is the tale of a midwife, Elizabeth (American actress Dakota Fanning) who is faced with an awful choice of saving the life of a baby or the mother, and sacrifices the infant, for which she is blamed as a murderess by the drunken father (Bill Tangradi) and condemned by The Reverend as a sinner for having usurped God’s decision (presumably he would have preferred both mother and baby to have died). She is therefore ostracized by the community. She seems to have a deep fear, even horror of The Reverend. Perhaps she sees him as the devil, though her decent husband Eli (William Houston, also English) is quite pro-preacher and tries to convince her otherwise. She proves to have been nearer the truth than he.


Rather Dutch


I won’t recount the whole story here. It would (a) take too long and (b) might spoil your enjoyment if you watch the movie. Suffice to say that the reasons for Liz’s antipathy become apparent.


There are scenes of brutality, to humans and animals, that are hard to take. A whore is hanged because she shoots a customer with a derringer. The deceased cyprian’s elderly father  Shelby in Peaky Blinders) to a quick-draw Main Street duel, and loses. A scold’s bridle figures largely. Tongues are cut off. It’s not a pretty picture.


Americana. In Hungary.


It’s a ‘serious’ Western, not a throw-away, and much effort has clearly gone into it. Some of the scenes are beautifully photographed. It is sometimes tense and it makes the viewer edgy.


But I wouldn’t want to watch it again.







2 Responses

  1. I hated it. Writer/director Koolhoven seems to know as little about the West as he does about religion. The Reverend is so over the top and the biblical quotes he uses so stripped of their context that he becomes silly. He's certainly not the pointed critique of religion/patriarchy Koolhoven thinks he is. I'm also tired of these modern revisionist Westerns with their preacher villains. This, The Duel, Sweetwater, etc. it's the same trope over and over again, and hasn't been improved upon since Donald Pleasance in Will Penny. Also, if you're going to center your film about how tough women had it in the West, do some research. Look up how many women were legally hanged in the American West of the 1800s. You'll be able to count the number on one hand and still have enough free fingers to smoke a cigarette. These things might not be a problem if the film wasn't so deadly serious, pretentious, overlong and (most of all) dull, but it is and they are.

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