
Who shot this guy? My grandfather didn't like the answer, or the movie.
My grandfather hated “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance,” perhaps the only John Wayne movie he didn’t like. We talked about it not long before he died – “Just didn’t care for it,” he said. And he didn’t get why I liked it so much.
But I don’t just like it. I love it, and have for years, before I ever saw it, because I loved the Gene Pitney theme song. It was a favorite during my melodramatic story song phase in high school and college – everyone has to have a melodramatic something stage, right? My thing was lyrics about situations that were usually tragic, ironic and occasionally creepy (“Ode To Billy Joe” still makes me want to hide under the bed and cry.)
“The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance,” the song, pretty much told a lot of the movie’s plot, so much that if spoiler alerts had existed in 1962, they’d have slapped old Gene with one. It’s all there – a brave man “with a law book in his hand” who faces down the town villain when he realizes that sometimes “a law book was no good.” The man who shot Liberty Valance was, Gene said, “the bravest of them all.”
What Gene did not say was that the lawman, played in the movie by Jimmy Stewart, was not really the Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (a title that has always reminded me of The Man Who Met Andy Griffith, from my favorite “Married With Children” episode.) That honor went to the town drunk, played by John Wayne, a man who never got the credit and lived in disgrace while Stewart’s mild-mannered lawman went on to prominence for plugging that villain, played by Lee Marvin.
And that’s why my grandfather hated it.
He was a really smart guy, who’d attended several colleges but didn’t get his AA until the week after I graduated from high school, when he was 62. He understood subtext, and irony, and the point that sometimes courage, violence and valor don’t result in glory, and that they’re complicated concepts that go beyond a parade and public adulation. He loved stuff like that, loved discussing the ins and outs of morality and consequence, whether in religion, politics or the news.
But at the end of the day, I don’t think he appreciated that kind of subtext in a Western. Westerns were about absolutes – you killed people, terrorized towns and made a devil of yourself? You needed killing. There were subtexts in real life, but that’s not why he watched Westerns. My feeling was always that Grandaddy could not accept a world, or like a movie, where strong, brave John Wayne let somebody else take the credit for ridding a town of an absolute blight like Liberty Valence, or that a man of honor would let him. Also, I kind of thought that he hated seeing The Duke so pathetic.
So as much as I argued for the movie’s relevance, for the sad beauty in the complications of friendship, fame and the greater good, he was wasn’t buying it – “I get all that,” he said impatiently. ”I just don’t like it.”
So I didn’t always agree with his taste in movies. But I dug is certainty.