After a long stretch in which it felt like my name was all over the site, I had a fairly light week at Spectrum Culture. The only thing I had go up was a review of a new western. This led to the sort of mini-treatise on the state of the modern western that’s almost inevitable, even if the same basic thesis on the current dynamics of the once-dominant film genre has been pertinent for about forty years now. I actually wish I’d had more room to stretch out (or, more accurately, more time to write it, which was my own damn fault) and use the fact that the film I was reviewing featured an older Butch Cassidy as a major character to consider the year 1969 as a true starting point for the new approach to westerns with George Roy Hill’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch representing the dueling potential pathways to a more modern approach. Someday maybe I’ll get around to that piece. It’s not going to be today, either.