A legendary slice of hubris If only Heaven's Gate was as interesting to watch as it is to talk about. It's telling that I had seen Final Cut, the Willem Dafoe-narrated documentary about the making of the film, along with just about every available Michael Cimino interview well before actually trying to sit through the turgid bomb in question. But ultimately, how can one resist witnessing the epic that not only sank New Hollywood hero Michael Cimino's career, but the New Hollywood era itself?
This is of course a long-standing exaggeration, but quite a modest one at that. In the mid-80s Michael Cimino managed a brief recovery with the underrated, gritty New York crime film 'Year of the Dragon' before fading into irrelevance. His later years, despite reportedly having an entire room in his house filled with scripts, he seemed to spend turning into an androgynous cosmetic surgery subject.
So, what's the matter with Heaven's Gate. The bloated, dusty, smoky, aimless, poorly plotted, self-important heap of heavy-handed 'epicness' and shallow grandeur. Meticulously shot with a disregard for good storytelling. People mumbling their way through the movie, save for the oppressed immigrants who mostly scream in unison in that roller skating tent. These well-established reproofs are difficult to argue against.
But considering briefly our current time, didn't that sound like a pretty accurate description of the new Dune movies? Is it truly just the benefit of cutting edge special effects and a superstar like Timmy Chalamet that elevate Dune to what many people claim to be the Star Wars of our era, instead of Heaven's Gate 2.0?
Poor Heaven's gate. I agree with the sentiment in Colonel Ted's review, that there is a good political Western hiding somewhere in this "shapeless slug of a film". It just gets in its own way, particularly in the first half, by meandering in a love triangle. The poor pacing is only partly the result of the film having been cut from an insane amount of footage under serious time constraints. The characters and their relations are just not interesting.
Once we finally get to the Johnson County War in question, the film turns into an incoherent, repetitive mess of gunfire and galloping horses. Chris Walken's corny death scene is a hoot compared to the poorly edited final battle. The viewing experience isn't exactly boosted by the obvious fact that quite a few horses were badly injured during the filming.
I think the class-struggle of the Johnson County War would've lost none of its power told in a tight, to-the-point manner, without an inflated ego constantly having to underline how 'epic' everything he puts on the screen is. And, frankly, the peasants are depicted in a very condescending way here. If United Artists were looking for a true Western epic, they would've done well to funnel the cash pile the way of Sergio Leone. But, alas, Heaven's Gate is an American movie about America made by an American man...and a serious case of American excess.