After finally seeing the Coen Brothers’ remake of True Grit last week, I’ve been in the mood for Westerns. I’ve always been a sort of subconscious fan of the genre but didn’t accept it until recently. My favorite book from ages 8 to 10 was called The Gentleman Outlaw and Me—Eli. The first DVD I bought for my budding collection was a copy of the 2001 film American Outlaws (we all make mistakes). My favorite book series in high school was Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series, starting with The Gunslinger. I’m nearly obsessed with Cormac McCarthy novels. I have a Clint Eastwood poster on my wall. I’m really not sure how I didn’t see this coming.
Now that I’m beginning to embrace my inner cowgirl, I plan to watch a handful of westerns that I’ve been meaning to for a long time. Last week I managed to take a look at the boldly titled 2007 film The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.