Now you must post Lee Marvin singing from the same movie, Paint Your Wagon. I love that movie, especially on a cold dark rainy winter day.
Gerard - You gotta put a warning label on this stuff - Because once seen IT CAN'T BE UNSEEN!
That movie may have some difficult-to-watch cringe-inducing moments, but it withstands the test of time so it's good. It had a difficult production.
So what if Eastwood sings like a regular schmoe would who's singing to himself in the forest? And Lee Marvin talks in tune? Just like Rex Harrison in My Fair Lady.
Overall, it's a movie that sticks with you, there are many memorable scenes, songs, characters and dialogue. Lots of fun for the whole family. Part of the American canon, now.
Hurrah Deborah! Except that, given all the nancy boys that infest our cinema today, I'd say that Lee Marvin never made a lousy movie in his life. Or more precisely, Lee Marvin never gave a half-***ed performance. He remains a giant of the 20-century cinema.
Heh - I'll never forget his Oscar acceptance speech for Cat Ballou in which he said he thought half the credit should go to a horse.
This was before Clint was a monster star. Marvin was definitely the star, and who can argue with the genius of Paddy Chayefski? Besides it's a battle of the sexes classic. Women want security, then they want respectability. Men want to get laid.
BTW, The Professionals is a Western high water mark.
"Yes sir, in my case an accident of birth. But you sir are a self made man."
My elders said this scene was rollicking good fun to see in the movie house. A so bad it's good moment, as they were rofl at the spectacle of a rough and tough cowboy who couldn't sing a lick, try without hope at turning in a respectable performance of a tender love ballad.
One of the rare occasions Clint Eastwood is not playing Clint Eastwood.
"I talk to the trees, does that bother you, punk? Well, does it?"
There. Fixed. Now 'Hand me down that Can-o-Beans'.