{"id":561,"date":"2013-02-17T00:56:43","date_gmt":"2013-02-17T00:56:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/?p=561"},"modified":"2024-07-19T13:00:22","modified_gmt":"2024-07-19T21:00:22","slug":"seymour-movies-retrospective-the-scalphunters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/?p=561","title":{"rendered":"Seymour Movies Retrospective: “The Scalphunters”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Lancaster<\/a><\/p>\n

Not to press the point too hard, but for those who\u2019ve seen Django Unchained <\/i>and still wonder, or even care, about its relative closeness to historical authenticity, there is this much about which they can be reasonably assured: Most white folks were as serious as cancer about not letting black people ride horses. Didn\u2019t matter if they were free or not. After all, if slaves see other colored people on horses, they may start getting\u2026ideas. Livestock wasn\u2019t supposed to have ideas. And livestock wasn\u2019t supposed to be riding on top of other livestock either. Silliest damned thing a southern planter with any wits about him could bear to imagine. Like having a goddam goat riding a pig! Now don\u2019t that sound wrong as hell?<\/i><\/p>\n

Livestock: Let\u2019s be emphatic, shall we, as we \u201cobserve\u201d yet another Black History Month. It didn\u2019t matter way back when whether the black people looked like Kerry Washington or Oprah Winfrey, like Jamie Foxx or LeBron James, like the incumbent president of the United States or his stunning wife or their two lovely daughters. If they were in the American South before 1863, they were all livestock and not even papers claiming their freedom could ensure that they wouldn\u2019t be arbitrarily tossed into a corral, roped, branded, chained and treated \u00a0only a feather or two \u00a0better than the chickens.<\/p>\n

If you\u2019re livestock and leave the corral, they\u2019ll put you in a cage. And you don\u2019t ride anywhere unless the cage somehow rides with you \u2013 or you walk behind any white man on a horse, even if that white man is stupider than you, or his horse.<\/p>\n

A movie, I say with mild embarrassment, first placed this gross disparity before my callow sight line. The Scalphunters<\/em>, released in 1968, was the third feature film directed by Sydney Pollack, a name I\u2019d recognized from some quirky television work<\/a> as well as a feature he\u2019d directed three years before, The Slender Thread<\/em> <\/a>with Sidney Poitier and Telly Savalas as psychiatric caseworkers trying to save Anne Bancroft from suicide. This particular movie was a western with another intriguing interracial star pairing: Burt Lancaster as a fur trapper and Ossie Davis as an educated fugitive slave he\u2019s forced to acquire as compensation for the pelts he loses to a group of cagey, sybaritic Kiowa.<\/p>\n

The trapper, Joe Bass, rides off after the tribe while making the slave, Joseph Lee, stumble along the trail after him, mostly on foot. Joe is, after all, a man of his times and those times dictate that he should eventually sell off Joseph Lee to whomever offers the best price. To his credit. Joe does let Joseph Lee ride the horse just long enough for the latter to attempt a getaway. One whistle from Joe and the horse tosses the disconcerted slave from the saddle. (Bass: \u201cYou seem to have an uncommon prejudice against service to the white-skinned race.\u201d Joseph Lee: \u201cI don\u2019t mean to be narrow in my attitude.\u201d)<\/p>\n

When they catch up with the Kiowa, they\u2019ve pretty much emptied Joe\u2019s whiskey supply. \u201cYou ever fight twelve drunk Indians?\u201d Joe Bass asks Joseph Lee. \u201cNo, sir,\u201d the latter replies, \u201cbut I\u2019d like to see it done.\u201d But before that show can start, it\u2019s pre-empted by marauders roaring and slaughtering and relieving the tribesmen of their scalps and of Joe\u2019s purloined furs. Joe Bass considers the genus of outlaw making money off dead Indians\u2019 hair to be \u201cthe wickedest, crookedest trade to ever turn a dollar.\u201d Joseph Lee, who intimately knows an even more wicked way of making money, can only stare back in what seems to be incredulity. We\u2019re not quite sure how long before the Civil War this tale is set. (I\u2019ve read some accounts that place it in 1860.) But we know by this point that Joseph Lee\u2019s smart enough to keep his counsel here.<\/p>\n

Still, for the first part of the movie, you wonder how Ossie Davis maintains his own composure. At the time this movie was made, Davis had achieved international esteem as both an actor and a writer with a successful play, Purlie Victorious<\/em>, in his resume. He\u2019d also established considerable credibility as an activist and was the principal eulogist at Malcolm X\u2019s funeral in 1965. One was used to seeing Davis by the late 1960s, in varied roles on-screen \u2013 save for a leading one, despite his magnetism and warmth. Despite his reputation, Davis was billed beneath Lancaster, Shelly Winters and Telly Savalas. So however shrewd the movie’s tactics were, he must have thought a little harder than usual about the idea of playing in an antebellum comedy-western in which the only role available to him would be that of a runaway slave, albeit one who spent most of the movie choking down rage and humiliation with foxy erudition and oneupmanship.<\/p>\n

Keep in mind, also, that the year this movie was released (the same week that Martin Luther King Jr. was murdered in Memphis), Davis was in the vanguard of a wave of African American writers publicly chastising William Styron for writing what they believed to be a facile (at best) novel about Nat Turner and his 1831 slave revolt. At the time, many of these writers, including Davis, were asked why they hadn\u2019t written a novel or play about slavery. Davis, I seem to recall, at least acknowledged that he hadn\u2019t written his own work challenging Styron\u2019s vision — though he would in 1969 appear in a movie, Slaves,<\/em> memorable, if at all, for being Dionne Warwick\u2019s first — and last — starring role in a motion picture.<\/p>\n

Davis didn\u2019t have to perform in that silly, overwrought movie or write his own play or book to contribute to the culture\u2019s evolving view of American slavery. If he wanted to make his own response to Styron\u2019s Nat Turner,<\/em> either as correction or counter-text, his Joseph Lee was more than enough. Within minutes of his appearance on-screen, Davis lets you see his character\u2019s cultivation, grace and instinctive ability to tame the savage white man. You also see his wit, dignity and, as noted, his slyness. The joke of a black slave being smarter than the he-man white hero made for a nice gimmick in the years when multi-racial casting in westerns was still a relative rarity; westerns themselves now being relative rarities. Indeed, the white male characters in Scalphunters,<\/em> including the marauders\u2019 bonehead ringleader Jim Howie (Savalas) are nowhere near as smart as Joseph Lee, the crafty Kiowa chief Two Crows (Armando Silvestre) and Howie\u2019s sassy significant-other Kate (Winters, sultry and kittenish in what was likely her last sex-bomb role).<\/p>\n

But there\u2019s a point in the movie \u2013 a sharp, glistening point \u2013 when Davis emerges as much more than a clever plot device. It comes as Joseph Lee, having accidentally fallen into the marauders\u2019 camp and then finagling his way into accompanying them to the Mexican border, goes back to where Joe Bass has been a one-man guerilla force in pursuit of his pelts. He greets Bass\u2019 hostility with both a supplicating smile and a bottle of whiskey from Jim Howie\u2019s private stock. \u201cI thought,\u201d Joseph Lee grins, \u201cyou could maybe use a drink about now.\u201d Bass takes the bottle with contempt for the way Lee accommodated himself with the gang, not even bothering to acknowledge Lee\u2019s facility for survival \u2013 or his urgent need to go to a country where there is no slavery All Joe can say of Joseph\u2019s resourcefulness is: \u201cThrow you in the pig pen, you\u2019d come out vice-president of the hogs,\u201d he spits. (See? Livestock\u2026)<\/p>\n

When Joseph then asks if he could have a sip, Bass snarls back, \u201cIf I was to give you a drink of this whiskey, it\u2019d be like pourin\u2019 it out in the sand. This is a man\u2019s drink. And you aint no man. You aint no part of a man. You\u2019re a mealy-mouthed shuffle-butt of a slave and you picked yourself a master. So don\u2019t go askin\u2019 to take a drink with a man.”<\/p>\n

At that dreadful moment, all of Joseph Lee\u2019s canny defense mechanisms vanish, exposing a shaken, wounded, and somewhat volatile visage. It\u2019s as if Bass\u2019s cruel words yanked away the slave\u2019s shirt to expose the scars of several dozen lashings, not all of them physical. Davis makes his face register a host of warring emotions before it changes into something harder and tougher than what the audience, up to that point, had been accustomed to seeing. As with the greatest actors, he does this before you\u2019re even aware that it\u2019s happened. And Davis, make no mistake, was one of our greatest actors.<\/p>\n

Joseph, recovering his voice, lowers it. He tells Joe Bass just how small and stupid he really is, without using either of those words. And then he says, \u201cYou know how long you\u2019d last as a colored man? About one minute.\u201d That single line does the work of several-hundred words of steamy, hopped-up rhetoric by Leonardo DiCaprio or Christoph Waltz in Django<\/em> about the ingrained distortions of humanity that remain the principal legacy of America\u2019s Original Sin. Before long, the two of them will end up slugging each other in a mud hole, only to ultimately be left behind yet again, with one horse, no furs and no passage to freedom. The difference is that, this time, they both wear brackish, grayish coatings of caked, wet dirt. With no color distinctions between them, they\u2019re just another pair of wayward desert flotsam.<\/p>\n

\"Davis<\/a><\/p>\n

Back in 1968, there were some who likely believed such an ending rubbed the audience\u2019s faces in social consciousness, so to speak. Yet I\u2019m willing to bet if any contemporary Hollywood movie tried the same approach, some would say they were being too subtle. A movie like The Scalphunters<\/em> could take its time, keep things light, make its points by stealth. Now some would wonder if it\u2019s being too frivolous. As the many Joseph Lees in history who made up their beings as they went along would tell you, there are as many ways to be tough and resilient as they are to telling stories. This crafty little movie, which somehow got lost in an emergent wave of boundary-busting Hollywood films, deserves our attention for making that deceptively simple point.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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