Although it enjoys a
certain cult-favorite notoriety because of its irreverent characterizations and
storyline, Steelyard Blues is a
counterculture-era relic that has not aged well. The film’s main characters are
ostensibly freethinking rebels who want to throw off the yokes of Establishment
society. In theory, these people are admirable—but in practice, they’re
lawbreakers who create destructive chaos while pursuing selfish goals. Plus, as
was so often the case with “progressive” ’70s movies, the portrayal of women in
the picture is demeaning. Steelyard Blues
was written by then-newcomer David S. Ward, who won an Oscar for his next
script, The Sting (also released in
1973), and while The Sting is as
focused and funny, Steelyard Blues is
meandering and middling. Steelyard Blues
concerns a loose collective of misfits. Peter Boyle is “Eagle” Thornberry, a
borderline-insane eccentric who checks into mental institutions whenever he
needs a break from everyday problems. He’s obsessed with demolishing cars.
Donald Sutherland is Jesse Veldini, a small-time crook determined to refurbish
a World War II-era plane so he and his cronies can fly away and start a commune
somewhere outside the U.S. Jane Fonda is Iris Caine, a prostitute involved in a
quasi-romance with Jesse. As should be apparent, these are ideas, not real
characters. The first directing job for Alan Myerson, who went on to a long
career in TV, Steelyard Blues is
numbingly episodic and start-to-finish unbelievable, comprising a series of
“outrageous” vignettes featuring characters who bear no recognizable
resemblance to persons found in the real world. Yet what really drags the movie
down are narrative incoherence and a lack of laugh-out-loud humor. Worse, the picture tries way too hard to be clever, so it gets exhausting after a while, and
not even the considerable talents of the leading players can pull the whole jumbled
thing together.
Steelyard Blues: LAME
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