CoVid
has got me watching movies for the nth time these days.
Tonight, it was “High Noon”. I first watched this movie, just short of 70 years ago, the spring of 1952 in Los Gatos; I was 14.
It was a
coming of age experience for me. I
watched it twice, back-to-back. I fell
madly in love with Katy Jurado, [who got billing ahead of Grace Kelley see poster bottom]. She was a woman who would fight for her man,
which seemed like a good test in those fifties, couple’s rules. On the other hand, it was Grace Kelley who
ran back from the train and shot one of her hubby’s foes.
I didn’t
like the quip in this movie poster, “… too proud to run!”. It wasn’t pride, at all, that I observed, but
character. He had a job to do, and he
was going to do it. It’s like going in
the Army or being on the football team: you sign up and you’ve got to meet your
obligations. There’s no backing out on
technicalities, or lack of support. A
man must do what a man must do – that was my 14-year-old lesson. The movie ingrained this in me at that time,
and I have followed that dictum ever since.
It’s a
cultural, male burden, at least in my WASP background; I can’t speak for other
cultures or societies.
It hasn’t
particularly served me well.
I did
not fail to note, even at 14, that older Gary Cooper had romances with both
Katy Jurado, and Grace Kelly He was a
stud.