This grim and misguided Western stars the
perpetually cranky David Janssen as Macho Callahan, a reluctant Civil War
soldier who escapes from a horrific Confederate prison, then seeks revenge on
the man who tricked Macho into joining the Army. (Don’t ask why a character who
wants to avoid the conflict of war would seek the conflict of a vengeance
mission.) This peculiar story gets even more contrived when Macho pointlessly
shoots a Confederate officer during a minor dispute, provoking the officer’s
widow to put a price on Macho’s head. Later, Macho abducts, beats, and rapes the
widow—which inexplicably leads her to fall in love with Macho. Rest assured,
none of this makes any more sense while it unfolds onscreen than it does in
synopsis form. From the standpoint of character logic, Macho Callahan is incomprehensible, and from the standpoint of
gender politics, it’s reprehensible. As a result of these problems, the
protagonist is revealed as a sadistic thug undeserving of viewers’ attention. Janssen,
best known for his work on the tense ’60s series The Fugitive, spends so much time scowling that he seems
constipated instead of anguished. Leading lady Jean Seberg can’t seem to decide
whether she’s incarnating a tough military bride or a weak-willed victim. And
the question of whether these two stars spark any chemistry is moot, since the
dynamic between their characters is grotesque and unbelievable. Meanwhile, the actors
who deliver vivid supporting performances—David Carradine (as the officer whom
Macho shoots), Matt Clark (as a sadistic prison guard), and Lee J. Cobb (as
Macho’s arch enemy)—all disappear too quickly from the story. So, aside from
some intense action scenes (particularly the disgusting opening sequence in the
Confederate prison, which cinematographer Gerry Fisher shoots evocatively),
there’s little of note in Macho Callahan,
unless an overabundance of brutality qualifies as noteworthy.
Macho
Callahan: LAME
I was given this movie amongst a collection of westerns by a friend of my fathers. They were all pirated vhs from way back. there were several gems, many mediocre efforts , and then there was this. What the hell inspired anyone involved to think this was a good idea. Violent nihilistic westerns work if they have at least some heart buried underneath(usually in the form of tragedy). This thing completely misses the mark. I think the blame lays squarely at the feet of director Bernard L. Kowalski. Usually a TV serial director, it seems that whenever he ventured into film he tried to emulate the latest trends, when really his strength was in safe, undemanding storytelling.
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