Johnny Guitar ★★★★½

A posse is an animal. It moves like one and thinks like one. They're men with itchy fingers and a coil of rope around their saddle horns, looking for somebody to hang.

The best films are often disregarded on their initial release, Johnny Guitar is a shining example of this semi-true belief. Derided and ridiculed by American audiences and yet admired by European audiences - I can’t think of a more promising sign. 

Truffaut was right when he heralded Johnny Guitar as a ‘phony western’. Johnny Guitar had the aspiration to transcend the stereotypes of the Western and reflect upon its identity - whether its transgressive enough to be called one of the first revisionist westerns, I’m unsure. Though it’s greatest strength is when recognised as a thinly veiled depiction of the then rampant, and fundamentally delusional McCarthyism in Hollywood. 

Plus, who couldn’t love those colours. The Trucolor developing allows for the colours to pop and almost adopt an exaggerated appearance. 

And finally, at is very centre is the powerful Joan Crawford - an unbelievable and pioneering female performance.