Watching The Great American Cowboy today, it’s
difficult to imagine why the picture won an Oscar for Best Documentary Feature.
A cynical person might assume it’s because the movie is unthreatening and
wholesome, celebrating familiar themes of rugged individualism without delving
too deeply into much of anything. A less cynical person might assume that
director Keith Merrill and his collaborators were given the Academy’s top
nonfiction prize simply because The Great
American Cowboy is as slick as a Hollywood fiction feature. Devices
including slow-motion photography and split-screen editing are used to juice
already-exciting images of rodeo stars riding broncos and bulls. Furthermore, an
over-the-top musical score composed by Harold Farberman and performed by a full
orchestra, heavy on the brass, gives The
Great American Cowboy operatic scope. Chances are the truth lies somewhere between
these possible explanations. For instance, aging Academy members might have
enjoyed revisiting images and values from simpler times, even as with-it
Academy members dug the film’s impressive technical polish. In any event, The Great American Cowboy does not
reward fresh viewing as well as some other ’70s winners of the documentary
Oscar. To these modern eyes, the movie is hopelessly repetitive and
superficial. Worse, the frontier poetry of the narration track, as spoken by veteran
Western-movie star Joel McCrea, is elegant but trite.
The picture tracks a
competition between aging rider Larry Mahan and a younger rider, Phil Lyne,
both of whom vie for the nation’s top rodeo prize. The backstory is that Mahan
won the prize for several years before Lyne took it away from him in an upset,
so this movie dramatizes their rematch. Unfortunately, Merrill spends so little
quality time with the riders away from rodeo grounds that it’s virtually
impossible to care who wins. Both men come across as ciphers. Moreover, the way
Merrill treats rodeo as a religion—parsing cryptic remarks from a 101-year-old
veteran of the circuit and studying the adventures of preteen competitors at
“Little Britches” events—has the effect of making the prize an abstraction. We
don’t get a real sense of what winning means to either man. Instead, scene
after scene conveys homilies about the dignity a dude finds by pushing himself
past his own limits, and so on. Plus, after about a dozen different slow-mo
shots of riders getting bucked off animals, the imagery loses its novelty. To
be fair, The Great American Cowboy
was probably the best documentary ever made about rodeos at the time of its
release, and fans of the sport probably still find the picture compelling.
Alas, if you’re not into rodeo, The Great
American Cowboy is unlikely to make you a believer.
The Great American Cowboy: FUNKY
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