7/10
A warm and vivid film with a distinctive flavor that teases the sense of taste
1 June 2005
Warning: Spoilers
Sam Peckinpah's "The Ballad of Cable Hogue," although still very much concerned with the sere and yellow, offers light, or, at least, lighter relief…

Thirst does very much play a part in his history at the outset…. Robbed and abandoned by his partners (Strother Martin and L. O. Jones) in the desert, Jason Robards is saved from certain death by finding water from a spring… And out of this discovery comes a sort of success story…

The spring is handy to the stagecoach route and so, assisted by a banker in the nearby of an unexciting town (Deaddog is the indicative name), he sets up a 'halt' on the trail… In Deaddog he also chums up with the local whore (Stella Stevens). And always aiding and encouraging him is a mischievous preacher (David Warner) who is ever willing and able to give more than spiritual comfort to the female members of his flock…

The old fellow's project prospers; the sympathetic prostitute pays him a fleeting but rewarding visit; he eventually gets revenge on one of the partners who left him to die… And the happiest ending seems to purr into view in the form of a splendid car carrying the good-time gal who has finally decided to settle down with him…

Allegory? Or straight romantic comedy? One is never sure but it's a warm and vivid film with a distinctive flavor that teases the sense of taste… Whether the style is peak Peckinpah is another matter
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