Starring
Charles Bronson, Ben Johnson, Jill Ireland, Richard Crenna, Charles
Durning, David Huddleston, Ed Lauter, Bill McKinney, Robert Tessier,
Joe Kapp, Sally Kirkland (but mostly Charles Bronson). Directed by Tom
Gries. (1975, 95 min).
Essay by D.M. ANDERSON
Essay by D.M. ANDERSON
Man,
getting older is freaking awesome.
Remember
when you were a little kid and falling down was part of your
daily routine? Depending on the activities you engaged in,
repeated face-plants were an expectation, after which you simply got back up, picked the
gravel from your skin and went about your business. But as you get-on in years, falling becomes an event unto itself because you're
seldom in situations where succumbing to gravity goes with the
territory, and chances are this unexpected encounter with pavement
could do a lot more damage than it did when you were six. It also tends to
turn that next journey up the ladder into a potential Indiana Jones
adventure.
Speaking
of pain, I sure love those sudden unexplained internal bursts you
sometimes feel for no discernible reason whatsoever. It's especially
nice when they occur in the torso area...you know, where most of the
stuff you actually need for survival is located. What could be causing
such pain? Cancer? Cardiac arrest? Did something vital simply
decide to explode? The possibilities are endless and your mind
entertains the worst of them, all of which end in death. However,
when your doctor informs you it's just intestinal gas, his news feels
nearly as good as that moment you stop hitting yourself with a
hammer.
But
by far, my biggest reminder of the mercilessness of time is some
of the movies I grew up with have started popping up with more
regularity on TCM (Turner Classic Movies), beginning with Breakheart Pass.
TCM
is a wonderful channel which allowed me to forgive Ted Turner for having the balls to colorize Casablanca in the 1980s. Some of you may be
too young to remember AMC before they went into the Breaking Bad
business, but the acronym used to stand for American Movie Classics
and aired nothing but old films with minimal commercial
interruption. Today, AMC is to movies what MTV is to actual music.
TCM came along in 1994 to fill the void, showing films uncut with no
commercials. And for the most part, the "CM" in TCM still stands for
classic movies, the stuff Netflix and Redbox seldom bother with.
Not
too long ago, it was Charles Bronson Day on TCM. They aired some of
his all-time classics along with forgotten films like Villa Rides,
Chato's Land and, to my horror, Breakheart Pass. I've
always liked Charles Bronson and feel he never really got his due as
an actor. He didn't have a ton of range, but was perfect for his
roles and has appeared in some of my favorite classics, such
as The Great Escape, The Dirty Dozen, The Magnificent Seven
and Once Upon a Time in the West. But while those films were
already old when I first caught them on Channel 12 on Saturday
afternoons, I saw Breakheart Pass in theaters when it was
brand new.
"Could you leave the gloves on this time? I find them oddly arousing." |
Certain
memories fade over time, of course. I have only a vague recollection
of my first kiss and the name of that lucky recipient. Hell, it's
sometimes hard to remember what I had for dinner the night before.
But, just like people who can still ramble-off their phone number
from the house they grew up in, I vividly recall when and where
I've seen nearly every film I ever paid to watch in a theater. My younger
sister and I saw Breakheart Pass at the Jantzen Beach
Tri-Cinema in 1975. The theater was part of Jantzen Beach Center, a
mall located in Northeast Portland where an amusement park previously stood
for nearly 50 years. I have no memory of the amusement park, which
went out of business in 1970, but the carousel was restored
to its original glory and continued operating inside the mall itself.
Mom
and Dad would drop us off while they attended Portland Buckaroos
hockey games. The Buckaroos were a minor league team that used to
play in the Memorial Coliseum, but in their waning years as a
franchise, were regulated to a tiny ice rink that seated a few
hundred fans and shared the same parking lot as the mall. My parents
(Dad especially) were die-hards who went to games nearly every
weekend. On one particular Saturday, we had already seen the lone
kids' movie playing (Disney's re-release of Blackbeard's Ghost)
and since the other choice was rated R, Breakheart Pass it
was. I don't recall me or my sister expressing any specific desire to
see this film, but it was rated PG and, for me, simply
going to the movies was always enjoyable, regardless of what was
playing. It was also cheaper for my folks than buying two extra
hockey tickets.
Speaking
of movie ratings, PG was a lot different back in 1975. Today, PG is
usually assigned to family films and animated fare for such vaguely
amusing reasons as “thematic elements” or “rude humor.”
Within the first 20 minutes of Breakheart Pass, a telegraph
operator is unexpectedly shot point-blank in the head, the bullet
leaving a fairly sizable exit wound in the back of his skull. That
scene sort-of traumatized my sister (who was 9 at the time) and its
sudden ferocity remains pretty potent even today (my wife gasped
at this cinematic sucker-punch as we were watching TCM).
Even G-rated
movies could be relatively hardcore
back in the fun-loving 70s. 1971's The Andromeda Strain, with
its brief-but-revealing glimpse of a dead woman's boobies, and Beneath the
Planet of the Apes, where Chuck Heston is shot through the heart
just before he triggers a doomsday bomb that obliterates the entire
world, were given the same G rating as Walt Disney's The
Aristocats. So either the MPAA thinks today's children are a
bunch of pampered pussies, or the organization never knew what the fuck they
were doing in the first place. Perhaps it's a little bit of both.
Despite
eventually appearing on TCM to make me feel absolutely ancient, to
consider Breakheart Pass an actual classic
is probably being generous. But following 1974's Death Wish,
Charles Bronson was a bankable action star who cranked out a couple
of solid potboilers every year. None were high art, but usually a lot
of fun and infinitely better than any of the career-stains he made in the 1980s for Cannon Films (who also gave Chuck Norris a bigger film career than he deserved).
Charles Bronson and his co-star in yet-another love scene. |
Based
on a novel by Allistair MacLean (who also wrote the screenplay),
Breakheart Pass is a western/murder mystery set primary
on-board a train bound for a military outpost where a diphtheria
epidemic has broken out. They're supposed to deliver medicine and
troop reinforcements, but when people go missing or start dying, it's
obvious one or more of the passengers is a murderer. Bronson plays
John Deakin, a notorious outlaw apprehended by Sheriff Pearce (Ben
Johnson), who convinces Army Major Claremont (Ed Lauter) that Deakin
must come along to face justice at their destination
point. Meanwhile, everyone aboard is a suspect in the ongoing
killings, which features a pretty impressive cast of actors where you
go, “Hey, it's that guy. You know...what's his name.” As
the story progresses, not everyone is what they seem, including
Deakin himself, who turns out to be an undercover secret service
agent. This journey is no rescue mission, either; the train is
carrying stolen weapons and explosives for an illegal sale that
involves notorious outlaw Levi Calhoun (you know...that homicidal tough guy from The Longest Yard...what's his name).
Aside
from being a serviceable, mildly-entertaining diversion - and the
aforementioned bullet-to-the-head scene - there's nothing especially
unique, memorable or special about Breakheart Pass.
Historically, it's just another Bronson vehicle made to cash in on
his popularity. Now, it's just another old movie to fill TCM's
schedule on Charles Bronson Day. The whole cast is now dead, the
Buckaroos franchise has long-since folded and the original Jantzen
Beach Center was bulldozed decades ago, including the theater and ice
rink, as progress heralded the arrivals of superstores like Target,
Best Buy and Home Depot. Even the landmark carousel is gone.
Sitting
with my wife and watching Breakheart Pass for the first time
since 1975 was a sobering experience. I vividly recall sharing
popcorn with my sister in Auditorium #2 of the Jantzen Beach
Tri-Cinema and staring up at Bronson's walnut face as though it were last weekend. Somehow, it doesn't seem right for the film to end up on TCM, not when I don't yet feel as old as most of the channel's other
programming.
As I write this, I'm 53 (incidentally, the same age as
Charles Bronson when he was making Breakheart Pass).
The everyday aches and pains of age notwithstanding (which I could
probably remedy by stepping on a treadmill more often), 53 only
feels old when I say it out loud, or when my seventh grade students
act as though being in your 50s is an affliction to which they're
immune. I suppose part of me always knew many of the movies I grew up with
would likely show up on TCM...someday, when I really was old. Breakheart Pass is a
subtle reminder that "someday" almost always arrives before you're mentally
prepared.
Right
now, those of you already in your 60s and 70s are probably saying,
“You ain't seen nothing yet.”
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