Directed by: Richard C. Sarafian
Starring: Burt Reynolds, Sarah Miles, Lee J. Cobb
Before you ask, no, there are no dancing cats in this film, “Cat Dancing” is just the name of Burt Reynolds’ character’s dead wife. I know, I was disappointed, too.
Reynolds plays a train robber who comes across a woman running away from her husband. He kidnaps her and takes her with him on his journey to a Native American village where his kids are, and along the way they talk about their feelings and cry like bitches and what have you. Meanwhile, George Hamilton has hired Lee J. Cobb to hunt down his escaped wife, so Burt has to deal with being shot a couple times.
This is a western, but it’s not one of those westerns that emphasizes action, instead dealing with these characters relationships with each other. Which is theoretically a feasible way to do a film, it just doesn’t work here. It’s partly because the characters are so formulaic that you already know their backstories and motivations, and partly because all the information given to us by the movie is in the form of people giving long monologues around a fire at night. Basically what I’m saying is that this movie is boring as paint.