Film

Johnny Guitar

Name: Johnny Guitar
Genre: Western
Released: 1954
Cast: Joan Crawford, Sterling Hayden, Mercedes McCambridge, Scott Brady, Ward Bond

Johnny Guitar is less a Western than a fever dream wearing one — Joan Crawford's gun-slinging saloon owner faces down a righteous mob in colours too vivid to be real, dialogue too heightened to be naturalistic. Nicholas Ray directs it like grand opera: repressed desire, political paranoia, and a woman refusing to apologise for existing. Strange, stylised, and unforgettable, for anyone who likes their genre pictures a little unhinged.

TMDb rating

7.4

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