The Misfits (1961)

“Because we're all dying, aren't we?"

This is a film well known for ominous reasons. It had a troubled production, with John Huston frequently drunk and Marilyn Monroe frequently late or absent through the heavy drinking and prescription drug use that would eventually kill her. And Arthur Miller may be one of the twentieth century’s finest playwrights (A View from the Bridge is sublime), but this script is essentially a love letter to his wife- but during filming his marriage to Monroe was falling apart. Add to this that Clark Gable was past his prime and, while a superb leading man, not necessarily the greatest actor.

And yet the film, while tragic, is extraordinarily good. Miller’s script is literary, subtle and multi-faceted but Huston manages to raise this tale of how feminine compassion takes the tough men of the west into something even more poetic, and the performances of Clark and the troubled Monroe, along with the extraordinary method man Eli Wallach, are elevated into something special. This is a film where the Old West is gone and everybody knows it, but the few surviving cowboys band together to eke a living that way because “anything’s better than wages”- but they know they’re a dwindling band, they have no future and they know it. And Gay (yes, I know, and his son is called Gaylord...), Perce and Guido all have their demons, whether parental estrangement, abandoned ambition or being away from children- Gay’s drunken longing for his kids is a shockingly vulnerable moment.

The three men are all doomed, in a sense, while Roslyn is lonely after her divorce and deeply compassionate but fundamentally melancholy- did Miller write this part for his wife because he saw her like that? The film ends on a note of hope for Roslyn and Gay, as they seem to have a future together- but the future beyond that is full of foreboding for everybody.