|Smith Ballew chokes on his|
There's no need for a deep analysis of Rawhide's psychological intrigue; this caption on the back of an original Rawhide still will suffice:
No Mourning Becomes Electra, this.
|Gehrig dares the reporters to |
laugh at his get-up.
|Big deal. Today's athletes use real|
guns to shoot each other.
|Gehrig throws an eight-ball slider.|
|Saunders assures a rancher, "If you like your |
barbed-wire fence, you can keep your
|Smith Ballew takes umbrage at being called|
a Gene Autry clone.
The cowboy cliches come fast and thick in Rawhide. The old, toothless Gabby Hayes-
|Saunders and Kimball play a round of|
"Can You Top This Banality?"
KIMBALL: There's an old saying, Saunders. If you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas.
SAUNDERS: I know another old saying. If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned. Keep on trying to throw a monkey-wrench into me and you're gonna wind up right there, behind the eight-ball.
All they needed was "a stitch in time saves nine" and "a watched pot never boils" and everybody could have gone home for the day.
Although a native of Texas, Smith Ballew definitely was a step away from the likes of his
|"Yo, Lou -- mind if you eat somewhere|
else so I can give your sister a little
pulled pork of my own?"
Rawhide was released in April, 1938, the beginning of what was to be Lou Gehrig's final full season as a professional baseball player. By the time he said his goodbyes, his one movie role had been forgotten, which was probably for the best. His personality in Rawhide is as flat as the Texas plains; his diction reflects the street-tough Yorkville neighborhood where he was born; and the script certainly didn't do him any favors. But speaking as a decidedly non-sports fan, every second he was onscreen all I could think was, "My God, that's Lou Gehrig in this movie." As it was in 1938, that's all that matters today.
As for Rawhide's finale, once Smith and Lou put the Saunders' gang behind bars, Gehrig finally gets to wallow in peace and quiet like he always wanted -- until he receives a telegram from the Yankees informing him that they've agreed to his salary demands. Before you can say "you're out," Lou is on his feet and packing his bags, his alleged "retirement" nothing but a ploy to get a raise. Try that gag at work sometime, see how well it works.