golden hair’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Frederick Fucking Chopin."
"I got two guns...one for each of you."
"I have many friends"..."I don't."
"I'll be your huckleberry..."
There are so many hilarious parts to this movie, it could only have been ghost directed by Kurt Russell. The mustaches! The gunplay! The cast! The horse riding! The sweeping scenery and score! It's a classic American western made in a post Rambo Hollywood environment. Way better than its counterpart, Costner's Wyatt Earp, from what I hear. I seriously would have liked to have seen Kurt Russell actually take on other films, as he makes a lot of really good choices here. That final battle of wills between Ringo and Holliday- so tense! And it's just a bunch of alternating shots of their eyes.
While there's a romance at play between Earp and whoever Dana Delany plays, the central bond of the film is really between Russell's Wyatt Earp and Kilmer's Doc Holliday. It's a love story of two men, undoubtedly. Earp and Delany feel totally tacked on and fairly pointless, a studio obligation more than anything. Just before Doc dies from TB, Earp sees him for the last time and...they don't even hug! But he gives him a book he wrote about him. "My Friend Doc Holliday."
This movie is just a lot of fun. And the fucking end credits cast roll are done over Kurt Russell, Sam Elliott, Bill Paxton and Val Kilmer walking down the fucking street in Tombstone! Seriously, what's not to love about this movie.
I had caught many parts of it on television through the years, but this was my first time seeing it concentrated all the way through, as far as I can remember.