The Long Riders

 1.5/4

Starring: James Keach, Stacy Keach, David Carradine, Keith Carradine, Robert Carradine, Randy Quaid, Dennis Quaid, Pamela Reed, James Whitmore Jr., Christopher Guest, Nicholas Guest

Rated R (probably for Graphic Violence and Brief Nudity)

"The Long Riders" is noteworthy for one thing and one thing only: it stars four sets of brothers.  Ultimately what should be a casting coup turns out to be its Achilles heel.  Trying to balance nearly a dozen characters would try the talents of the best filmmakers even if they had a three hour running time.  Trying to do that with only 100 minutes is just asking for disaster.

Story is not the film's strong suit.  Allegedly about the final exploits of the James/Younger gang, the film has no real plot to speak of.  In fact, it's not really about the crimes at all.  It's more about the love life of the main characters.  It might have been interesting, if a bad bait-and-switch, but the film is so badly written that no character gains any traction.  It's impossible to tell who is who among the main characters, let alone the supporting parts.  It's just too much.  We aren't given enough to care anyone in this movie, and that leads to boredom.

For all the talent on screen, it is ironic that most of them are so flat and uncharismatic.  Partly it's due to the fact that many don't have much screen time.  The Quaid brothers are relegated to bit parts and the Guests only appear at the beginning and the end.  The only ones who leave any sort of impression are David and Keith Carradine, who exhibit life and personality that is sorely missing from the rest of the film.  By far the least impressive performer is James Keach.  His portrayal of Jesse James is so wooden that he should have worn a fire hazard sign with all the gunshots.  The goal may have been to demythologize Jesse James by showing him to be a thief and a murderer as opposed to the Robin Hood that pop culture has turned him into, but that doesn't change the fact that the man comes across as a lifeless automaton.

Like many of Walter Hill's films, "The Long Riders" is extremely violent.  In fact, the film's lone high point is that the action scenes are well-staged (if not always coherent).  They break up the monotony of the supposed "character moments," but they can't save the film.  The major action scene, a bank robbery in Minnesota, is directed with flair and a lot of energy.  But it goes on too long and Hill can't keep track of all the characters.  And I am willing to bet money that he reused cutaways to anonymous gunfighters.

It sounds strange to say this, but in a way I was reminded of the Michael Mann classic "Heat" while watching this film.  Both films contrast the violent professional lives of their antiheroes with their complicated personal ones.  Such a comparison only serves to make "The Long Riders" look worse.  "Heat" had a beautifully written and balanced screenplay and an ensemble cast at the top of their game.  This is just a gimmick with a director in over his head.

You're better off watching a History Channel documentary on the James gang instead.


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