The Sons Of Katie Elder
When spring starts becoming summer and we all begin to think about outdoor activities, it never fails but I need to watch a good western. Why? Well, it's my way of enjoying the great outdoors without giving up my indoor, sedentary lifestyle...it works for me! And, when you think about classic westerns, unless you're not from this country, you can't help but think of John Wayne. So, I dredged through my collection and came up with a John Wayne western that's a fun movie, but also a great adventure. It's John Wayne and Dean Martin in The Sons Of Katie Elder.
In this era of political correctness and when men are out getting pedicures and facials, it's nice to see a real man...even if it's just in a movie. Here's the story: John and his four brothers (one of them is Dean) have returned home because their mother (Katie Elder) has died. They've come to pay their respects and settle up any debts and take care of her estate before moving on. But, when it seems that their mother was swindled out of some land and then discovering that their father was shot in the back, the brothers begin digging into the details. Now, while this isn't really a mystery story, it's still a great movie. Lots of action, John Wayne not taking any crap from anyone, generally men being men...back when men were actually men (you'd never see John Wayne with any 'product' in his hair!).
This was remade recently as Four Brothers starring Mark Wahlberg, but this original version still holds up pretty well. If you're in the mood for a blast from the past that will make you feel like putting on your cowboy hat and starting a bar fight, then this movie is for you! I'm giving The Sons Of Katie Elder four out of four cigars,

because it's a John Wayne movie for God's sake!! If there's one person who personified what it meant to be an American male, it was John Wayne, and, sadly, there's no one today who matches what he stood for. Now, this may be waxing a bit nostalgic, but I, for one, will never be caught having my toe nails done or with anything other than shampoo in my hair! So, until next time, when I'll try again to make all the wussy-boys in the country feel bad about themselves, remember that the best movies are bad movies.










