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| Year: | 1969 |
| Rating: | 6.5(5023) |
| Listed in: | Comedy, Musical, Romance, Western |
| Directed by: | Joshua Logan |
| Actors: | Lee Marvin Clint Eastwood Harve Presnell Ray Walston Tom Ligon Jean Seberg |
| "Stake Your Claim To The Musical Goldmine of '69!" | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
|---|---|
| Joshua Logan | |
| Actors | |
| Lee Marvin | as Ben Rumson |
| Clint Eastwood | as Pardner |
| Harve Presnell | as Rotten Luck Willie |
| Ray Walston | as Mad Jack Duncan |
| Tom Ligon | as Horton Fenty |
| Alan Dexter | as Parson |
| William O'Connell | as Horace Tabor |
| Benny Baker | as Haywood Holbrook |
| Alan Baxter | as Mr. Fenty |
| Robert Easton | as Atwell |
| Geoffrey Norman | as Foster |
| H.B. Haggerty | as Steve Bull |
| Terry Jenkins | as Joe Mooney |
| Karl Bruck | as Schermerhorn |
| John Mitchum | as Jacob Woodling |
| Eddie Little Sky | as Indian |
| Harvey Parry | as Higgins |
| H.W. Gim | as Wong |
| William Mims | as Frock-coated man |
| Roy Jenson | as Hennessey |
| Patrick Hawley | as Clendennon |
| Nitty Gritty Dirt Band | |
| Cal Bartlett | as Undetermined role |
| Walt Davis | as Man |
| Roger Herren | as Townsperson |
| Robert S. Holman | as Zebulon (men's chorus) |
| Daniel Keough | as Pioneer |
| Nick Klar | as Bit part |
| Wayne McLaren | |
| Jerry Whittington | as Gold Prospector |
| Actresses | |
| Jean Seberg | as Elizabeth |
| Paula Trueman | as Mrs. Fenty |
| Sue Casey | as Sarah Woodling |
Movie info
| Languages: | English |
| Budget: | USD 20,000,000 |
| Plot: | A Michigan farmer and a prospector form a partnership in the California gold country. Their adventures include buying and sharing a wife, hijacking a stage, kidnaping six prostitutes, and turning their mining camp into a boomtown. Along the way there is plenty of drinking, gambling, and singing. They even find time to do some creative gold mining. |
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Original Soundtracks
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"I'm On My Way" (Main Title) Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by The Chorus "I Still See Elisa" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by Clint Eastwood "The First Thing You Know" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by André Previn Sung by Lee Marvin "Hand Me Down That Can Of Beans" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band & The Chorus "They Call The Wind Maria" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by Harve Presnell & The Chorus "Whoop-Ti-Ay!" (Shivaree) Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by The Chorus "A Million Miles Away Behind The Door" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by André Previn Sung by Anita Gordon dubbing Jean Seberg "I Talk To The Trees" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by Clint Eastwood "There's A Coach Comin' In" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by Harve Presnell & The Chorus "The Gospel Of No Name City" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by André Previn Sung by Alan Dexter "Best Things" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by André Previn Sung by Lee Marvin, Ray Walston and Clint Eastwood "Wand'rin' Star" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by Frederick Loewe Sung by Lee Marvin & The Chorus "Gold Fever" Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner Music by André Previn Sung by Clint Eastwood & The Chorus "Finale" (I'm On My Way) Sung by Lee Marvin, Ray Walston & The Chorus |
Goofs
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Revealing mistakes: When the town is falling apart in the end, we see the wires used hold up a falling bathtub. Revealing mistakes: During "The Best Things In Life Are Dirty", Ben Rumson rides up on a cart full of sloppy mud. The three Irishmen, led by Mad Jack, are pulling the cart up on a block and tackle, with a heave-ho motion. The cart should rise a few inches at a time, to synch up with their motions. Instead, while they pull and rest, pull and rest, the cart rises out of the pit at a constant speed. Revealing mistakes: When the town falls apart due to the tunnels collapsing, the smooth sides of the concrete tunnel are visible after the thin layer of mud falls down into them. DATE: Soon after Ben, Pardner, and Mad Jack open their secret "gold mine" underneath No Name City, a young farmer is recruited to help dig. To emphasize the need for secrecy, Mad Jack threatens to shove a stick of dynamite in the farmer's mouth if he blabs. The film is set in 1849 or 1850, before California becomes a state. Dynamite wasn't yet invented (it was patented by Alfred Nobel in 1867). DATE: While working in the "mine", Ben Rumson can clearly be seen wearing a carbide lamp. Carbide lamps were not developed until 1892, but the movie is set in 1849. Crew: At the end of the movie, the tunnel system collapses and the buildings start to topple over. In several shots the cables used to pull over various buildings are clearly apparent, even though it appears that attempts were made to camouflage them with pennants. What gives it away is that the 'pennants' (until the buildings they are attached to topple over) are clearly under far too much strain to be merely hung as decorations. Revealing mistakes: When the town is falling apart, you can see the strap holding Horton and the prostitute he's with to the bed as they fall to the ground. |
Quotes
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Rumson: You show me in them commandments where it says a woman cain't have two husbands. Pardner: There AIN'T no commandment like that. Ben Rumson: Grace, I give you the boy. Give me back the man. Ben Rumson: Now, don't tell me you've never been with a woman. Horton: No, sir I haven't. Ben Rumson: Well, that, that's terrible! Did you know you could go blind? Mrs. Fenty: You should read the Bible, Mr. Rumson. Ben Rumson: I have read the Bible, Mrs. Fenty. Mrs. Fenty: Didn't that discourage you about drinking? Ben Rumson: No, but it sure killed my appetite for readin'! Ben Rumson: There's two kinds of people, them goin' somewhere and them goin' nowhere. And that's what's true. Horace Tabor: Wait a minute! You can't buy a woman for money. Mad Jack Duncan: You just try and get one without it. Mad Jack Duncan: All right. [grabs Jacob Woodling by the beard] What about it Mormons? Sarah Woodling: [whispering] Jacob. We need every penny, Jacob. And I can't bear another day of those martyred looks. There. There it is again! Elizabeth: This isn't a martyred look, Sarah. This look is puuuure - hatred. Jacob Woodling: Quiet! Brigham Young has twenty seven wives and he hasn't had half the trouble with them that I've had with the two of you! Elizabeth: Then simplify your life, Jacob. Sell me. Jacob Woodling: But Elizabeth: you don't know what you'll get. Elizabeth: I know what I've had. Haywood Holbrook: Dearly beloved. We have gathered together to grant this man, Ben Rumson, exclusive title to this woman, Mrs. Elizabeth Woodling, and to all her mineral resources. I have drawn up this Record of Claim which here and henceforth will be recognized as a certificate of marriage. So I ask you Ben, do you recognize this claim as a contract of marriage and do you take this woman to love honor and cherish? Pardner: [after long silence] Oh, he does. Haywood Holbrook: Elizabeth Woodling, do you take this man, Ben Rumson, to love, honor and obey him until death do you part. Pardner: She does. Haywood Holbrook: I now pronounce you claimed and filed as Mr. and Mrs. Ben Rumson. Miner: Hey, Ben! These men came all the way from Fiddler's Camp, just to see your wife. Ben Rumson: Well, looks like I married myself a tourist attraction. Pardner: Ben, how's married life? Ben Rumson: Pardner, it was so good that I forgot that I was married. Horace Tabor: Is it your proposal, Mr. Rumson, that we knock out the stage driver, steal a coach, and kidnap six women? Ben Rumson: Sounds better every time I hear it. Ben Rumson: Howdy Parson, welcome to HELL! [Ben and Partner are walking through the mining camp] Ben Rumson: Hi, Willy! How're things goin'? 'Rotten Luck'Willie: I ain't won a hand in two weeks. Ben Rumson: (to Partner) They call him 'Rotten Luck' Willie. You couldn't beat him with five aces. Pardner: Oh, I don't gamble. Ben Rumson: Neither does he. [On the fact that the Mormon settler has two wives] Mad Jack: I got no quarrel with 'ow a man prays; there's enough room in 'ell for all of us! Wot I don't like is that you got two of somethin' the rest of us got none of! [Introduction to the song "They Call the Wind Mariah"] Mad Jack Duncan: It's a living hell up here. What with the bloody rain, the bloody loneliness, and that bloody, bloody wind. Pardner: You're diggin' a hole. Mad Jack: Hey, you don't miss a trick, do yah? Horton: Mr. Rumson, I swore I wouldn't tell anyone. I hope that means except my father and mother. Ben Rumson: That means especially your father and mother. Horton: But I've never kept anything from them before. Ben Rumson: Well, it's time you started. Because when you do, a whole new world opens up. Elizabeth: Did you know that the Fenty's had an apple farm back in Pennsylvania? Ben Rumson: Apple jack, huh? Mr. Fenty: No, sir, we did not make apple jack! Ben Rumson: Then, what did you grow the apples for? Mr. Fenty: Mr. Rumson, do you think that everything that comes out of the earth should be used to make liquor? Ben Rumson: Whenever possible, yes. [shouted from clifftop to riverbed and back, very slowly] Steve Bull: IS... THEY... DEAD...? Ben Rumson: THEY... BETTER... BE... CAUSE... I'M... GONNA... BURY 'EM! Parson: Ye godless jaspers! Who are ya? Freemasons? Rosicrucians? Heathen emissaries from the depths of Babylon? Boozers! Gluttons! Gamblers! Fornicators! Steve Bull: Whassa fornicator? Haywood Holbrook: I dunno. I ain't a religious man. [Partner has decided to remain behind with the settlers] Ben Rumson: You say something nice to her for me, Par... What the hell is your name anyway? Partner: It's Sylvester Newel. Yeah, just one 'l'. Ben Rumson: Sylvester Newel. Well, that's a good name for a farmer. Ben: You was down at the rapids just now, bare beam and buck naked? Elizabeth: Well, I'm not like to take a bath with my clothes on, Mr. Rumson. Ben: Are you trying to tell me that you was taking a *bath*? Elizabeth: That's right. I was taking a bath. Ben: In the middle of the night? Elizabeth: Mr. Rumson, in a community of 400 men, would you rather I took my bath "bare beam and buck naked" in the middle of the day? Ben Rumson: Pardner, there comes a time when the party of the first part has no recourse but to knock some sense into the party of the second part! You're stayin'! Chorus: [the hijacked stage coach carrying six prostitutes is approaching No Name City. The completely male population is scrubbing up in the creek and singing] There's a coach comin' in and you're smellin' like a steer. Ben Rumson: You mean to tell me you ain't never had a woman neither? Horton: No, sir. Ben Rumson: This is serious. You know you could go blind? Come here. [to 'Rotten Luck' Willie] Willie, if a young man was goin' trappin' for the first time and wanted a guide, somebody who would be patient with him and show him the way things are to be done; what kind of guide would you choose? 'Rotten Luck'Willie: [Thinking] Ah, that would be Gracie. Pardner: [Horace Tabor has opposed Ben's plan to kidnap the French prostitutes] Horace is right,Ben ! We can't bring them women here. Why, you bring them here and the next thing you know, you got to build a place for them to stay, people will be coming in from all over and they'll need somewhere to stay. Schermehorn and these other merchants will have to stock up on suplies to sell. Then Willie will have to open a saloon or two with gambling and drinkin'. Why before you know it, this place will be a boom town and we don't want that! Ben: [winking at Partner] Your right, Partner. I never thought of it that way. Why you can't expect people to put up with that! I apologize, boys; I never thought of what might happen if we bring in those five French tarts! 'Rotten Luck'Willie: [smiling] I call for a vote on Ben's proposal! Any man who votes against it is a traitor! Pardner: Where I come from, Mr. Rumson, we're cautious of strangers who talk in an easy manner. Rumson: Oh. You've got me down as some kind of low scuff from New Orleans, hm? Sell you patent medicine with one hand, pinch your purse with the other? Pardner: Matter of fact, that's kind of what I was thinkin'. Rumson: As a matter of fact, Pardner, you're right. But I ain't yet sunk to horse stealin'. Oh, I've salted claims, yeah. And I've sold whiskey to Injuns. And once a man in Walla Walla come at me with a gun and I killed him. I can't think of one commandment I ain't shattered regular. I never did fancy my mother and father, let alone respect 'em or honor 'em. And I have coveted my neighbor's wife - whenever I had a neighbor and he had a wife, mm, mmm! And I gamble and I cheat at cards, but there's one thing I do not do. I ain't never gulled a pardner. The one sacred thing, even to low scuff like me, is a man's pardner. Pardner: What happens when you get in a fight? Rumson: Well, if four of anything come at me at one time, you might lend a fist. Up until that I can pretty well take care of myself. Elizabeth: I lived with a man who had two wives. Why can't a woman have two husbands? Ben Rumson: [singing] A man has his creed, and mine is all greed! Parson: [when some travelers have been newly rescued from hunger and cold] Rumson, I am entering your house to pray for the unfortunate victims. Ben Rumson: Not tonight Parson, these folks have suffered enough. Now why don't you do that outside where God can hear you better, 'cause I'll be talking in here. Rumson: She's picked up a bad case of the respectabilities. And in just a few days from now, that poor woman's going to be burnin' up in a fever of virtue. And then LOOK OUT. Pardner: Why? Rumson: Pardner, it's been my experience that there ain't nothin' more ruthless and treacherous than a genuine good woman. Rumson: I'm an ex-citizen of nowhere, and sometimes I get mighty homesick. Mr. Fenty: Horton, how did that bottle get in your pocket? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING HARD LIQUOR? Horton: Well, since this afternoon. I know you don't approve, Pop, but believe me, until you've had a good cigar and a shot of whiskey, you're missing the second and third best things in life. Rumson: Horton! Pardner: Where'd you take him, Ben? Elizabeth: Damn you, Ben Rumson. What are you going to teach this boy next? How to cheat at cards, or just physical education with one of Willie's floozies? Horton: That's the best one, Pop! Rumson: Horton! Elizabeth: Is that what you did today, Ben? Rumson: That's what *he* did today, Elizabeth! I tell you, that boy's got a talent for dissipation that is absolutely unique! [Horton beams] Horton: [in a gambling hall/whorehouse] Pardon me, sir, could you lend me ten dollars? Pardner: Why don't you go home and go to bed? Horton: I was thinking of doing it the other way around. Ben Rumson: I always knew you had a farmer's mentality. Ben Rumson: Is they dead? They better be cause I'm fixin' to bury em'! Mad Jack Duncan: I don't give a bloody damn how a man prays! Mad Jack Duncan: There's enough room in hell for all of us! |
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