Hud
Everything
is bigger in Texas. That includes the assholes.
“Hud” is
one of the big movies of 1963. It was nominated for seven Oscars and won three,
including Best Actress (Patricia Neal), Best Supporting Actor (Melvyn Douglas)
and Best Cinematography. It also has a reputation that walks well ahead of it
and it was one of the movies I was looking forward to, going into 1963.
It is a
movie that in many ways delivers. It is exactly the A-movie you would expect. Acting,
photography, direction and gravity are all of a very high standard. Add to that
a beautiful score by Elmer Bernstein and the best black and white
cinematography imaginable and it all starts to sound very promising.
Why is it
then that this felt like a difficult movie to watch?
That is a
personal question of course. Another person might have an entirely different
experience. To me the answer is two things. First, this is essentially a
portrait of a jerk, a Texas size asshole, in the shape of Paul Newman as Hud
Bannon, the son of old rancher Homer Bannon (Melvyn Douglas). Hud does not care
shit about anything or anyone but himself and his own gratification. He picks
fight, drinks too much, sleeps with other men’s wives and treats everybody and
everything in an underhand and selfish manner. He is a nihilist and an egoist
and he is charming as hell. He is the central character of the movie and it is
bloody difficult to have any sympathy for him or to root for him in any way.
Secondly,
this is not a happy movie. On the contrary, it is a movie with a slow-moving doom
that creeps in from the horizon and tramples everything underfoot. You can see
it coming right from the start and you just know this will not end well. It is
depressive as hell. Beautiful, important, intelligent and depressive. In many
ways it reminded me of “The Grapes of Wrath” with that nostalgic pang of an era
gone.
Homer, his
son Hud and his grandson, through a now dead second son, Lonnie (Brandon deWilde), lives on a ranch with house
keeper Alma (Patricia Neal) and a few hands. One day a cow falls sick and dies
and the veterinarian soon has the entire herd in quarantine under suspicion of
foot-and-mouth disease. That is a serious illness, even today. I remember
outbreaks in Denmark where loads of cattle got killed on the slightest
suspicion of mund-og-klov-syge, as it is called in Danish. It is no joke (my sister’s
husbond is a cattle farmer) and for the Bannons it is complete disaster. Their
entire life is based on ranching and without cattle there is nothing left.
Homer is of the old school and he is watching his entire life’s achievement getting
flushed down the toilet. Hud wants to sell the herd before it gets quarantined to
get the money and then lease the land to oil drilling. Essentially he shits on
all the honor and principles of Homer, which is perfectly in his character. Lonnie
admires his granddad, but he also thinks uncle Hud is pretty cool. For him this
is a life deciding moment: Does he want the life of the principled and
honorable, but doomed grandfather or the cool, rebellious, but ultimately empty
life of his uncle?
The doom of
the ranch may be the backdrop, but the real drama is the rift between Homer and
Hud, each representing opposing worldviews, with Lonnie as the observer in the
middle. It is a mean and bitter conflict, all the more so because it is family.
It actually hurts to watch, and I suppose that is a quality of the movie.
This may be
a western, but it is a modern one. Modern not just in the time it takes place
in, but also for the realism. These are not gun slinging cowboys robbing the
bank, or a lonesome cowboy on the frontier. No, these are just ordinary people
trying to make a living in dusty, dry Texas. In that sense it is a movie that points
forward to the realism of the seventies and as such feels well ahead of its
time.
Watching “Hud”
is not sitting down for a good time, this is not Sunday afternoon watching, but
it a rewarding movie with gravity that will make you want to kick Paul Newman
and taste the dust of West Texas. It is not my favorite movie, but it is a
quality movie and worth watching, definitely.
The acting in this is superb. You want to hate Paul Newman's Hud, but Newman is such a charismatic guy that you end up being repulsed by him and drawn to him at the same time. I loved Patricia Neal in this too, she is always great to watch.
ReplyDeleteI agree that its bleak reality points towards 70s cinema, and also about the cinematography. This definitely makes my (personal) list of films that are great because they are B&W (and would be less so in colour).
I think I missed out on the charm of the Hud character. To me he is through and through despicable. Yet they are all great actors and pull it off beautifully.
DeleteI was actually sorry this is not in colour. I do not think it benefits from being in b&w. I would rather imagine that some yellow colour filtering would work very well.
Julia, do you still write on your blog or is it only Letterboxd from now on?
I am still, but started a new job which has eaten severely into my film-watching time. Hopefully over Christmas I will get back into the swing of things.
DeleteGood luck with the job. I hope you will find time again to write some.
DeleteYou might have to be a straight woman to see the charisma in Hud. Not that he isn't also a giant asshole.
ReplyDeleteThat may be it. A case of wrong demographics.
DeleteHell of a film, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI'm not a straight woman, but Paul Newman had an undeniable magnetism. I'm with the ladies on this one. He's easy to hate, but I can't quite get there.
It is indeed.
DeleteMaybe I am wired differently. The smart-ass type that Hud is only repels me and his charms feels oily and slick. I have no trouble going all the way to hate him.