For the love of Joe Frazier, throw a punch!
Much hulabaloo has been made over Marvin's and Borgnine's climatic confrontation at the end of the film. I concede that it is an impressive piece of action...exciting and well-choreographed (but damn, couldn't they find some more convincing blood? I was half-expecting Keith Carradine to dip a french fry into Ernie's shoulder.)
Their epic fight that ultimately determines the winner of their personal feud has earned a place in the upper-echelon of screen scraps.
Its violence and reputation prevent me from being too harsh on it, but I have a bit of an opposing argument, a caveat if you will:
I have to deduct points for the simple fact that NOT ONE PUNCH IS THROWN. Well, technically Borgnine throws a few at the end of it in a futile attempt to outlast his hated adversary, but that's a dead issue because none connect.
Simply put, a great movie fight must have at least a couple bone-crunching punches, no matter how enthusiastically you can extol its other virtues. Here, there's a nice tackle and a few well-placed kicks, but that doesn't assuage the fact that there's nary any fist-flying to behold.
Is this as big a deal as I'm making it out to be? Yes, because aside from the fact that it doesn't fit in my self-set parameters for what a good fight should be, either combatant would have benefited greatly had they acknowledged that their arms/hands had uses that extended beyond frantically grabbing for the nearest weapon. Case in point: Marvin gets his axe entangled in Ernie's chain, and he furiously struggles to extricate it. Um, hello Lee...jack him in the face, and you'll get it back much easier, I promise ya!
Anyhow, it graces the annals of my movie fight collection, but this glaring defect never ceases to grate me.
Here endeth my rant. For those of you who have expended your vitriol, do you have anything left to share your thoughts on this scene?
"...if that was off, I'd be whoopin' your ass up and down this street." ~ an irate Tarantino