Silent Tongue [Review]
“Insanity is a sorry thing.” – Alan Bates
The Weird Western is the trickiest of animals. Rarely do you find one of quality in the landscape of cinema and often you have to settle for “okay” rather than “fantastic” as adjectives of proclamation. There has been a lot of effort of late, but the success rate is mostly fair to midland. From Dusk Till Dawn 3 (P.J. Pesce, 1999) sure was “interesting” with its vampiric Ambrose Bierce speculation…Cowboys & Aliens (Jon Favreau, 2011) is “fun” if you let it…The Warrior’s Way (Sngmoo Lee, 2010)…uh…uh…has a lot of “crazy” on its side plus Geoffrey Rush bare bottom gags. But to find a Weird Western that is flat-out good? That’s a rare treat.
Silent Tongue (Sam Shepard, 1994) was buried in the wake of River Phoenix’s overdose, and after a yearlong delay the film opened to a paltry box office of just over $61,000. It received a rather lukewarm reception at the Sundance Film Festival and it’s rarely spoken of these days outside of being a footnote in the snuffed career of its third billed actor. But I’m here to argue that not only should it be seen as a highlight in the miniscule Weird Western subgenre, but it should also be seen as the career best of River Phoenix.













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