Emperor of the North (1973, dir. Robert Aldrich)
during the great depression, a growing group of homeless outcasts get around by hopping on trains for free... but nobody gets a free ride on the number 19, ruled with an iron fist by ernest borgnine, and if they try it probably won't end well...
then again, wily old lee marvin's hopped about every other train in the northwest, earning his reputation as the number 1 hobo, and then there's the kid played by keith carradine who's gunning for that title.
like something out of an animé, the three engage in a battle of wits as the pair try to ride the train all the way to portland without necessarily being best of friends themselves. things get pretty intense in places...
RYM classifies it as new hollywood but it screams old hollywood to me, as you might expect from a director who made his name in the '50s and '60s with brutal, pared down (and in the case of
kiss me deadly, borderline lynchian) genre movies. there's little of the european malaise the likes of altman, hellman and rafelson brought to the table, in fact i wouldn't be surprised if this straightforward old-school thriller was a deliberate reaction against that movement.
it isn't perfect, a little hokeyness creeps in on occasion and the mythologising of the hobos is pretty silly, but it's so cool that something this fun and violent and ridiculous existed in 70s hollywood when everything else was so cynical and doomed. i don't think i've ever seen a train movie i didn't like. or a lee marvin movie, for that matter.