I'd put Rough Night In Jericho among comfort westerns marked
capital C, though shock it was to find poster art billing George Peppard first
and ahead of Dean Martin. Turns out they did ads both ways, evidently
splitting up quantity so that each star took pole position, depending on which
display showmen chose to hang. Shows if nothing else whatjuice Peppard
(briefly) had. Now, of course, it's Dean we come to see, and to his credit,
there's no slumming or sarcasm as was Martin-applied to Rat Packing, Matt
Helming, and whatever television talked him into. Dino admired westerns, always
had, so took seriously better ones that cast him.
No songs here, not even over titles, and what a
straight-up nasty heavy DM is, town-bossing minus smirks that so often
distanced this fine actor from parts he didn't respect. Rough Night is really
about Martin'svillainy, Peppard at all times in second chair despite billing
gymnastics. Few among Dean's Thursday night audience expected to see him beat
up Jean Simmons so savagely as here, Martin's "just pretend"
mechanism happily switched off. Universal wisely sold Rough Night thus: Who
Says They Don't Make Westerns The Way They Used To --- We Just Did, which was
answer to decline of the genre as US-manufactured, and perhaps challenge to
Italo-upstarts then making presence felt (For A Few Dollars More was released
three months ahead of Rough Night In Jericho).
Universal was for a most part junk peddling
through the sixties after MCA bought control, chief of staff Lew Wasserman more
interested in big deals than good pictures, so Rough Night turning out well was
happysurprise (give me this over bummer Shenandoah anytime). Maybe to soften blows of his screen nastiness, Dean Martin did
a trailer in customary character, poking fun at scenes from the western, with
promise of a lark Rough Night would not fulfill. In fact, it was something
lots better, as lately evidenced on Universal's Vault DVD, which is at least
correct Techniscope ratio (TV still crops it, at best to 1.85). I just wish
they'd done a fresh transfer, as here's one that deserved a shine.
I first discovered writer Nick Tosches through his biography of Arold Rothstein, KING OF THE JEWS. I was hooked from page one. I now am getting everything he wrote. His biography of Dean Martin, DINO, Living High In The Dirty Business of Dreams, is A1.
Mr. McElwee, what a powerful piece of prose accentin' our Dino's powerful performance in "Rough Night In Jericho. Never was, never will be anyone as cool as the King of Cool....oh, to return to the days when Dino walked the earth. Know that your reflections are bein' shared this day with all the pallies gathered 'round ilovedinomartin.
btw, couldn't agree more with Mr Hartt read of Tosches' Dino-tome.
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I first discovered writer Nick Tosches through his biography of Arold Rothstein, KING OF THE JEWS. I was hooked from page one. I now am getting everything he wrote. His biography of Dean Martin, DINO, Living High In The Dirty Business of Dreams, is A1.
Mr. McElwee, what a powerful piece of prose accentin' our Dino's powerful performance in "Rough Night In Jericho. Never was, never will be anyone as cool as the King of Cool....oh, to return to the days when Dino walked the earth. Know that your reflections are bein' shared this day with all the pallies gathered 'round ilovedinomartin.
btw, couldn't agree more with Mr Hartt read of Tosches' Dino-tome.
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