Lee Martin is fine, being a cowboy and all, but what strikes me first when I watch this movie is that the man waving his hand into the future instead of clapping like others around him. It really gives me the pleasure of having someone from 1890s, struggling to show himself with a bit of excitement and exertion. He seems to be trying to know us as well as he makes his own self prominent.
He waves to many generations before us, with us, and ahead of us. This is like the concrete source of demonstration about how cinema functions throughout ages. Many times we get to know someone from another time period with the help of cinema and its unforgettable characters. Even if there is no characterization here, that man is, for me, one of these characters. I get his greeting yet I cannot wave my hand to the past, and sadly, this is, on the other hand, like the concrete source of demonstration about how time functions throughout our lives.
He waves to many generations before us, with us, and ahead of us. This is like the concrete source of demonstration about how cinema functions throughout ages. Many times we get to know someone from another time period with the help of cinema and its unforgettable characters. Even if there is no characterization here, that man is, for me, one of these characters. I get his greeting yet I cannot wave my hand to the past, and sadly, this is, on the other hand, like the concrete source of demonstration about how time functions throughout our lives.