Calamity Jane: A World Full of Calamities

Inspired by Jim’s impressive research and writing on all things Joan of Arc, this is my attempt to try out something similar concerning Martha Jane Canary (or Cannary, since the spelling seems to constantly change, depending on who is writing about her) – better known as Calamity Jane. This is NOT intended to be about the real person, who lived from around 1856 until 1903, but its topic is the Western myth she has become. I won’t delve into her real history. A short biography can be found at the beginning of my review on the animated series The Legend of Calamity Jane but occasionally I will refer to certain aspects of her real life in the reviews here, too.

She herself worked quite a bit on her own legend, by inventing stories about herself. Dime novel writers and reporters helped, so much that it has almost become impossible to separate the real person from the fictional character she became. Over the course of over a century, Calamity Jane has constantly inspired film makers, authors and artists to create their own interpretation of her.

The idea of a cross-dressing woman with a rifle and a whip, breaking the rule book for women, drinking, going her own way and experiencing adventures in the world of men and what we now call the “Wild West”, attracts a lot of people who can impose their own wishes, dreams, desires, hopes and fears on that colorful character. Calamity Jane can be almost everything for everyone.

May the dedicated reader find his own preferred version of Calamity Jane in the many different stories cited below!


Films

Wild Bill and Calamity Jane in the Days of ’75 and ’76 (1915)
Dir: The Hart Brothers

It seems that this obscure film is the first to feature Calamity Jane at all. I could not find it online, just a 4 1/2 minutes snippet about it on YouTube, so no star-ranking here. A.L. Johnson stars as Wild Bill and Freeda Hartzell Romine as Jane Cassidy aka Calamity Jane. I’ve no idea why her family name of Cannary (or Canary) was changed here to Cassidy. The movie is said to be 70 minutes long and obviously is one of the earliest film productions of Nebraska (though the filmmakers themselves were from Omaha, the movie was produced for the “Black Hills Feature Film Company”). 

The story has been described as Wild Bill and Jack McCall being in a love triangle with Calamity Jane. It is also said that Calamity Jane frequently wears “skirts rather than buckskins” in the movie. I have the feeling that this here is more about Bill (who shows a white-clothed and skirted Jane in the first scene how to shoot) than about her. General Custer is also part of the character ensemble. However, the film is of historical value, since genuine Sioux Native Americans from the Pine Ridge Reservation as well as soldiers from Fort Robinson, were cast as extras. It also includes some nice shots of how Nebraska looked in 1915, which is a real glimpse into the past. 

Caught (1931)
Dir: Edward Sloman

Again, all I could find was an 11-minute snippet on YouTube, so no star-ranking here. Let’s begin with a summary, directly from the IMDb: “Calamity Jane is a tough and rowdy woman in the old West who owns a saloon and gambling joint (and runs a cattle rustling operation as a sideline). One day she hires a pretty but naive young woman to work as a saloon girl, and finds that the girl is bringing out the maternal instincts she never knew she had. Those instincts are put to the test when a US army cavalry troop arrives to clean up the town and the girl and the young lieutenant in charge of the troop fall in love, and Calamity Jane may know something about the lieutenant that the girl doesn’t.”

So much for that: the whole movie is just 68 minutes long. Louise Dresser plays the charismatic heroine here but appears more like an overweight middle-aged brothel madam with a heart of gold. In the snippet we see her protect a young girl from being abused by a saloon guest, and walking around in a woman’s dress. That is very far away from how Calamity Jane is usually portrayed on film – young and beautiful. But, ironically, it might be closer to the real person, going by photos of Martha Jane Cannary, and the claim the historical Calamity Jane once worked for a time as a prostitute. Oh, and there is no Wild Bill here, so I guess this movie does not try to couple Calamity with him.

The Plainsman (1936)
★★★½
Dir: Cecil B. DeMille

The real beginning of Calamity Jane movies is a mixed bag in my opinion, though directed by the great Cecil B. DeMille (The Ten Commandments). The story feels less like a cohesive whole, and more like a string of separate episodes, intended to bring together historic characters such as Lincoln, General Custer, Bill Cody (a.k.a. Buffalo Bill), Wild Bill Hickok and, last but not least, Calamity Jane. Most of these people never met in real life – though, points for honesty, the intro already points that out. (Side-note: watching the intro text might give you an idea where George Lucas stole the idea for his intros to his Star Wars movies).

The main focus is here on Bill Hickok (Gary Cooper), a man of honor but also a notorious gunslinger. He drags his old but newly-wed friend Bill Cody, into helping him deliver munition for 48 army soldiers who are endangered by a thousand native Americans. By today’s standards, this movie might be considered racist, as it ticks more or less all the boxes of clichés concerning native Americans. Not least – and how could it be any different – they are played by white actors and speak in what sounds for me like a made-up language. Particularly questionable, I feel, is a scene where native warriors surround Calamity inside a house and the light slowly darkens, suggesting a possible gang rape.

But to discuss Calamity Jane, played by blonde Jean Arthur: while she looks cool in the male Western garb Jane traditionally wears (except when, as so often – here, too – there is a scene where she is convinced to put on a dress), she didn’t quite convince me. Hickok is not on good terms with her here, it being suggested she slept with almost every assistant and post station manager.  Honestly, this was not very believable when watching petite, childlike Arthur, who doesn’t seem to be the promiscuous type. Wild Bill is hurt by this, and when the movie is not showing us native Americans, treacherous weapon suppliers or exploring the friendship between the two Bills, she seems to be running constantly behind him like a lovesick teen girl. There’s no denial; this portrayal of Jane feels a bit of a fake.

Cooper plays it cool to the hilt so much, he sometimes comes across as arrogant. Arthur’s Calamity Jane too often appears immature – not helped by her voice sounding like a duck. A big deal is made of the fact that in order to save Hickok from being burned alive, she tells the warriors where extra munitions can be found. In the end, when it seems Hickok grew weary of so much killing, a happy ending seems possible for them – alas, history wants otherwise. I don’t want to sound too negative, but it feels a bit of a hodgepodge. Don’t misunderstand: it is indeed an entertaining classic Western, with a message that violence can always only bear more violence. But I really wished the characters would not have been so over the top. I also wanted a more wholesome relationship between the two main characters (most of the time Hickok treats Jane condescendingly) and a stronger cooler Calamity. But a nice beginning it is.

Young Bill Hickok (1940)
★★★
Dir: Joseph Kane

Young Bill Hickok is a relatively short (just over 50 minutes) early Western, with Roy Rogers. And, yes: he does sing.  If the story is nothing extraordinary I felt adequately entertained, considering how old the movie is. In the Civil War, the North wants the war to end, therefore a special gold delivery has to be brought to… ah… some place… I guess? Young Bill Hickok is given the confidence to carry out the dangerous task, with a gang called “the Overland Riders” likely to rob the transport. He sets his transport up as a decoy, while in reality the gold is transported by close friends Gabby Whitaker (George “Gabby” Hayes, an absolute regular in many classic Westerns) and Calamity Jane (Sally Payne). Unfortunately for all, Hickok’s fiance, Louise (Julie Bishop) confides that secret to the villain of the piece, Towers. He then robs the right transport, and frames Hickok, who has to flee and prove his innocence.

Yes, sure: the story won’t win any Oscars. The important thing for me was: I was amused. There is nothing extraordinary here, as mentioned. You get horse chases, an annoyed and worried fiance, one-dimensional villains and so on. But the whole thing is so nicely uncomplicated, innocently done and told as only a classic Western can be. I have to say I didn’t expect much more. Sally Payne comes over as a normal, sympathetic young girl in Western garb, who is also allowed to shoot, given her nickname by her Uncle Gabby. I greatly preferred her “normalcy” to the overdone, constantly crying character Jean Arthur tried to sell me. This Jane is also constantly in the movie, a contrary to so many films where she is present in a couple of scenes. Her dance scene on the saloon table is very funny, too!

My verdict: Very watchable!

Badlands of Dakota (1941)
★★★
Director: Alfred E. Green

I wondered if it would be appropriate to call this movie a Western: for much of the time, it plays more like a love story with broken promises and heartaches. However, you also have saloons, card gamblers, horse chases and (fake) native Americans. The usual suspects are once again prominent too: General Custer, Wild Bill Hickok (Richard Dix), Calamity Jane, of course and Deadwood. But the main story is a love story gone wrong. Bob Holliday asks his brother Jimmy (Robert Stack, who’d go on to be Elliott Ness in television’s The Untouchables) to look after his fiancee, Anne (Ann Rutherford), and accompany her to a wedding in Deadwood. Unfortunately, Jimmy falls in love with Ann and they marry. When Bob finds out, he is furious and plots his revenge: He recommends his brother to become new Sheriff of Deadwood and tries everything to discredit him and driving Jimmy out of town.

In the midst of all this heartache is Calamity Jane. This time, not in love with Bill Hickok but the somewhat chubby Bob, so her heart still gets broken. It ends with her shooting Bob in order to save Jimmy from him. This film would probably be quite forgettable. Except there is enough action and a surprising amount of humor, mostly delivered by supporting characters who sometimes made me really laugh hysterically due to their – intentional – stupidity. The 80 minutes went by very quickly, and I can’t say, I wasn’t entertained. The quality of the entertainment is a different matter…

With regard to Jane (Frances Farmer), this film fares much better than the Cooper-Arthur one. Yes, it’s obviously difficult to get the love story out of a story with Calamity Jane – see also: almost all other entries here. But the blonde, attractive Farmer appears more believable in this role than Jean Arthur. This Calamity is described as a frontier-woman who worked as a scout for General Custer, doesn’t seem to be a criminal and walks with confidence into the saloon to get a beer. It is very funny when a heartbroken Jane forces the male band at gunpoint to continue playing music, though they would all rather go home. She does lose a bit of my esteem, when Jimmy and Anne arrive. Mistakenly thinking Anne is here to marry Bob, she goes straight to Anne and tells her to leave the town on the next stage. Still, this Calamity is a step in the right direction, albeit with a long way to go.

The Paleface (1948)
★★★★
Dir: Norman Z. McLeod

Jim already wrote a review on this Bob Hope comedy Western, which succeeds mostly through the antics of Mr. Hope – as well as Jane Russell’s cool, sexy and take-no-prisoners Calamity. The whole thing is a very, very funny romp and politically so incorrect that it couldn’t be produced today. In one scene In-… ah… native Americans attack a log cabin in the woods where Hope is defending the people inside – or at least thinks he is the one shooting the warriors. When the Bureau of Indian Affairs comes along and sees a whole pile of dead people, he shouts out, “It’s not my fault, they started it!” Yes, the humour of the 1940s is definitely not ours anymore.

That said, the movie in general is a lot of fun. I felt as if it was a James Bond film – well, if Bond movies had been around in the 1940s, featured Jane Russell as Bond and were disguised as a Western. Her task is to find out who is delivering fire guns to the wild warriors, and she has to go undercover. Also this is the first time we get a Calamity Jane Western in colour. The audience liked it well enough that a sequel, Son of Paleface, was produced 4 years later, though Jane Russell played a different character there. She would also portray a similar character in Montana Belle (1952).

Calamity Jane and Sam Bass (1949)
★★★
Dir: George Sherman

While her name appears first, the main protagonist in this Western is Sam Bass (Howard Duff). Bass, a real-life person, was a train robber but here is depicted in a mainly positive light. He is a cowboy who knows horses and hopes to earn a living to marry store owner, Katherine Egan (Dorothy Hart). But as he is a newcomer in town, he is regarded sceptically by her brother, the town’s sheriff. He wins a horse-racing bet with money lent by the sheriff, but as this seems to prove his unreliable, no-good character he loses his job on the sheriff’s ranch. A couple of bad decisions, a betrayal and the mean murder of his horse later, and his fate is doomed. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, as the saying goes!

So what we have here is a morality tale: don’t gamble, folks, and earn your living by hard work. More interesting for the Calamity Jane fan here, is Hollywood actress Yvonne de Carlo who could be found in a number of historical movies around the time. Her brunette Jane has very little similarity to the way the character is usually depicted. She is no criminal – well, not in the beginning, the sympathetic character of Sam drags everyone down with him – but a successful horse racer. As Sam helps her in the beginning she is attracted to him, just like Katherine. Sam is depicted as a victim of circumstances, but I’m not quite on his side. He must take some responsibility for the tragedy he experiences, since not only is he naive, but thinks the fact others don’t play by the rules, gives him permission to do so, too.

While Mrs. de Carlo is very attractive, this is a very tame Jane: She doesn’t curse, shoot or crack a whip. She is mainly defined by being dressed in the usual male garb and speaks to men as an equal. She certainly doesn’t have an overbearing sheriff brother at home, who decides who would be good for her. But then, she questions Sam’s wish for a farm and family life, telling him they could go and win every horse race there is. So, what’s my verdict? The movie is essentially a film noir in colour, dressed as a Western – albeit maybe not as melodramatic as others. Of special interest are some well-known names in the cast: a very young Lloyd Bridges, Hitchcock villain Norman Lloyd (Saboteur) and the gangster in two James Bond movies, Marc Lawrence (Diamonds are Forever and The Man with the Golden Gun). But if you want a typical Calamity Jane portrayal, look elsewhere – the one here is “in name only”.

The Texan Meets Calamity Jane (1950)
★★★
Dir: Ande Lamb

There might be some confusion over this little known Western, since it was re-released in 1952 as Calamity Jane meets the Texan. This appears to be less than a B-movie, with a limited budget, no big-name actors, produced, written and directed by the same man. Calamity Jane (Evelyn Ankers) still mourns the death of good friend Wild Bill years earlier. He left her his saloon, but scheming Matt Baker has found Bill’s last living relative, Miss Mullen (played by Grace Lee Whitney, later known as Janice Rand in Star Trek) and wants to buy that saloon from her, as there is no proof that Jane inherited the saloon rightfully from Bill. Miss Mullen sends lawyer Ellion to Deadwood City to investigate the matter where he is immediately met by Jane and her older sidekick Colorado.

Evelyn Ankers was a B-movie actress who could be seen in The Wolfman (1941) next to Lon Chaney; Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror with Basil Rathbone; a Tarzan movie and a couple of others. This is no exception: not great art and no great Western either. But it is the usual standard Western fare which at the time was almost produced on a conveyor-belt. That said, it is as good or bad as any other average Western of that time. You can get some entertainment value: it’s just plain okay, but not much more. While Mrs. Ankers does the job, her Calamity Jane hardly leaves any impression, and doesn’t really deserve that name. She could just have been named Abigail Jones for that matter. 

Calamity Jane (1953)
★★★★
Dir: David Butler

This is probably the most famous movie featuring Calamity. Which is kind of odd, considering that this happens to be a musical and she is played here by Doris Day. Although it’s understandable why Day called this her favorite movie. Here she is allowed to behave as un-ladylike as she wants, very often with hilarious results. She nevertheless stays cute, despite portraying Calamity as a bit of a klutz who has no idea how a woman should behave or how to get a man. It is a very strange entry indeed in the CJ-filmography. From a modern perspective, there is a recognizable queer undertone running through the movie. Early on, there’s a female impersonator singing on stage; Wild Bill (played by Howard Keel) loses a bet and must appear dressed as a squaw; and not least, Day singing the famous song Secret Love, with a subtext that at the time, probably only lesbian audience members might have been able to read.

But it’s all in good fun – and most fun of all, is to admire the multi-talented Day here as she sings, dances, rides, shoots and emotes. I was especially impressed by the physical flexibility she demonstrates on multiple occasions, and she was also a born comedian. At the same time, this is a product of more prudish times: It’s constantly suggested that Calamity would be a real catch if she would learn to wear ladies’ dresses, use perfume and behave more like a lady. She does that – but honestly, I didn’t agree with the movie’s attitude. I like my Calamity more as one who breaks the traditional female rule-book. But it should be noted, the musical became so beloved over time, it still gets revived for theatres nowadays.

Bonus points: She cracks her famous whip. All in all, this musical provides a jolly good time and is nothing more than classic movie entertainment. If you like this one, I would also recommend to you the 1950s musical Annie Get Your Gun, about famous sharp-shooter Annie Oakley.

Calamity Jane (1963)
★★★★
Dir: Ernie Flatt

Ten years after the Doris Day-movie, CBS produced this remake, a TV movie which can be watched on YouTube. It’s marvellous to find such a little gem from the “Stone Age” of TV. Of course, every moment shows it didn’t have the budget of the 1953 movie: It’s in black and white, and happens on a theatre stage with a live audience, whose reaction you can hear – they obviously had a blast. The sound is as primitive as you would expect for such a production, and there is a lengthy advertisement for sponsor Lipton Tea at the beginning, as well as some later commercial interruptions. None of which makes this version any less enjoyable. 

Indeed, I would say that this Jane, depicted here by Carol Burnett and reprising a role she had played on stage, feels more tomboyish than the previous version. Doris Day never could quite escape her essential “sweet-heartiness”, quite probably part of her core identity. Burnett has comedic timing on her side and gives Jane a wonderful, playful and cocky attitude. On the other hand, probably due to a lack of means, training and money, she can never fully display the acrobatic flexibility Day showed, though this production does its best to replicate it. Burnett is supported by a satisfying, but not really exciting, Wild Bill Hickok, played by Art Lund, who comes across as a cheaper version of John Wayne.

The songs are regrettably shortened here which reduces the runtime of the movie by around 15 minutes, compared to the Day version. It makes this more of a comedy than a musical, and while I would always prefer the colorful, large-scale cinematic version, I like this a lot. I may be in the minority, but I preferred Carol Burnett’s funny tomboy to Day’s emoting love klutz. 

The Raiders (1963)
★★★
Director: Herschel Daugherty

After the Civil War, Texan farmers repeatedly lose their livestock during a cattle trail to gangsters and Indians, and want train companies to build a line to Texas. After their demand is rejected, the desperate landowners,  under the leadership of ex-colonel John G. McElroy (Brian Keith) start to attack army deliveries and camps to get their grievance heard. This results in Wild Bill Hickok (Robert Culp) and Buffalo Bill Cody (Jim McMillan) having to intervene, to prevent something that could trigger another war.

This was definitely made for a middling budget, and with underwhelming camerawork and staging: the camera positions and actors often appear fixed and immobile, unless they are riding on their horses. But it is a good, original story and provides a satisfying Western. To a large degree, this is due to the interaction and chemistry between the aforementioned actors. The friendship between Hickok and Cody works especially well, with Cody on the side of the raiders while Hickok is bound by his obligations to the military. In the end, they are able to prevent an escalation between the stubborn generals on both sides.

Calamity Jane is played by red-haired Judi Meredith who works as a supplier to the army, with her wagon. Meredith is quite attractive (I seem to write that for every CJ actress!), but the way Jane gets treated here, is probably the worst I have seen and would definitely be counted as sexist by today’s standards. Actually, it might seem like that by the standards of the day. It starts with a scene where three middle-aged men grab her “just for fun” and try to force her to the saloon to… have breakfast with them? Bill Cody has to help, and when he mentions that she is good friends with Hickok they finally relent. Later she is mocked by McElroy and his man, shortly before they burn her wagon. Nobody takes her seriously, an attitude no other Jane experiences: even Doris Day was able to make people respect her. It doesn’t reflect well on Jane, with lines like, “Yes, it’s easy for you to attack a weak and helpless woman!” Really, whoever wrote this had a problem with the idea of a strong woman and felt he had to undermine the character constantly.

Last but not least, Bill Cody tells her if she really wants to attract Bill Hickok’s attention (the man she claims to be attracted to, although nothing is made of it, since the film concentrates on the raiders and their conflict with the army), she should stop dressing like a man and wear a skirt. To make matters worse, he actually steals her whip. At least her last words in the movie are, “If he wants me, he has to love me the way I am!” I second that emotion, but the way Calamity Jane is treated in this movie is humiliating, and the worst in any movie so far. As just western entertainment, the movie is enjoyable; with respect to Calamity Jane, it’s no glorious chapter.

Seven Hours of Gunfire (1965)
★★
Director: Joaquin Luis Romero Marchent

This movie is confusing, a typical German-Italian-Spanish co-production of the mid-60s, and stylistically is best described as a below-average, third-class, German western of that time. Originally titled Aventuras del Oeste (Adventures of the West), in Germany it went under two different titles: The Last Bullet Hits the Best and more prominently as Buffalo Bill – His Greatest Adventure. The IMDb speaks of Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill Hickok, but they can’t be found in the German dub. Buffalo Bill here goes by Bill Hogan, called “the quick knife” by the Comanche, and is played under an alias (Clyde Rogers) by Rik van Nutter, better known as Felix Leiter in Thunderball. Wild Bill is named here Gunn Barrett, and played by Austrian actor Adrian Hoven. He had quite a run of German movies in the 50s and 60s, until he became a director focusing on horror and erotic movies. It’s strange to hear Wild Bill speak with an Austrian accent. But then I’m forgetting that Schwarzenegger would become an American action hero icon!

The story itself is hardly worth telling. Supplied by weapons trader Wilson, the Comanches attack what appears to be German settlers. To my surprise, some speak with a Saxony accent, one being referred to as Mr. May. This is a in-joke referencing German novelist Karl May who wrote many of the books local Westerns of the 60s were based on. Of course, the three heroes try to prevent the attack – mostly unsuccessfully, I must say – leading to the expected shoot-out in which Gunn Barrett gets killed. Constantly changing voice-overs don’t help, while even more confusing is that two different characters in the German version are spoken by the same dubbing artist, who also provided the German voice of Clint Eastwood. 

Calamity Jane is played here by Italian (!) actress Gloria Milland – obviously a nom de plume, one of several in the opening credits, right, Clyde? She is only in three scenes. In two, she shouts at Barrett because he is constantly drunk; in the last she supports him in the big shoot-out and holds Barrett when he gets killed. No big tragedy unfolds: she has nothing important to do here and doesn’t matter for the story at all. All in all, this western is a disappointment. It feels incredibly made-up on the spot, the story moves along without any momentum or suspense, and moments intended to be funny, feel kind of painful. It’s very average and forgettable, though I still find this more entertaining than the Bridges-Wild Bill movie.

The Plainsman (1966)
★★★
Dir: David Lowell Rich

Basically a remake of the 1936 Cecil B. DeMille movie of the same name, though it feels different – as you’d expect, the vibe of the 60s is very different. While filmed in beautiful colour, the whole affair looks somehow smaller. Where the original had an epic sweep, this feels like a compressed version of it. De Mille’s felt episodic, like a big mosaic, here you can feel the conscious effort to make it into one streamlined story. It more or less works, I’d say – at the same time, I don’t know if it makes the story better. There are some interesting changes: the tribe of native warriors is being incited by “Crazy Knife” (Henry Silva) while Black Kettle is trying to keep his people in line. General Custer (Leslie Nielsen) who featured prominently in the original, only appears at the end here to acquit both Buffalo Bill (Guy Stockwell) and Wild Bill Hickok (Don Murray) of the accusations of Lieutenant Stiles (Bradford Dillman), who would love to see a clash with the natives escalate.

Calamity is played by Abby Dalton. She is blond, naturally good-looking and wears eyeliner like Judi Meredith. Yes, she is in love with Buffalo Bill, but doesn’t appear as childish as Jean Arthur, though is overly emotional and occasionally inappropriately weepy. Bill still wipes her kisses off, but the near-hatred Gary Cooper displayed has been replaced with something more like indignation. Most of the time, the two work well together. The scene from the original where Jane puts on a skirt is here, but it is the first time in these films she speaks of her past: “I was born in a saloon and I had to take care of myself from age 10.”

We know that at least the latter was true for the real Calamity. She has ideas about men’s reactions to and behavior with women, which made me smile a bit because there is some truth to it. Also, this movie suggests a happy ending for her, as she is sitting together with her man on the same carriage box at the end. Interestingly, in the German dub she was voiced by the same actress who dubbed her in the two movies directly above, a prominent voice actor at the time, who voiced Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte Bardot, Diana Rigg and Honor Blackman.

In a way, an era ends here, because the classic American Western was slowly dying. The character of Calamity Jane would disappear from movies and series, as far as I know, for almost 20 years, before she would eventually re-appear in movies that tried to portray her in a more realistic way.

Calamity Jane (1984)
★★★★½
Director: James Goldstone

This TV movie has Jane Alexander, who also co-produced the film, in the main role. While it again has the likely fictional love story between Calamity and Hickok (Frederick Forrest), it is a much more realistic portrayal of Jane, as well as her relationship, then we have seen before. Calamity is saved by Hickok, they begin an affair after she has nursed him and are married by two drunk priests in the desert. They separate as Hickok doesn’t want Calamity “drawn along with him”  when going to work in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show. She bears his child which is adopted by a British couple, the O’Neills (David Hemmings plays Colonel O’Neill). She hears that Hickok has married, but he is shot before she can speak to him, although his murder is barely a sideline here. Later she meets her daughter again, though does not reveal her relationship. 

I was most impressed by Alexander’s Calamity Jane. She is absolutely convincing, playing her as a grown-up woman, far from the girlish portrayals we have seen before. She is attractive, but not “sexy” in the usual sense and also not fetishized as has often happened in the past. Yes, she is very much in love with Hickok, but has insecurities concerning her attractiveness (a theme also dealt with in Buffalo Girls) when she dresses up as what Hickok calls a “made-up harlot”, to convince him that she is feminine, too. She shouldn’t have bothered: Jane Alexander is absolutely believable as a tough woman who dresses as a man for man’s work, such as driving a coach. She has the “tomboy thing” figured out, but it never feels like a stunt, and she is always believable as a female character who must stand on her own since no one provides for her. I especially love Alexander’s slightly husky voice, which at times reminded me of Jodie Foster’s, only louder and less melodic. Calamity goes through the emotional wringer but given she experiences losing her half-legal husband and daughter, this is more than understandable.

Not too many people might know this one: it seems only to be available in Poland and Australia on DVD. Yet it is a good drama, almost a precursor to Buffalo Girls, though better in my opinion. And while neither young nor what you would typically call sexy, Alexander’s Calamity Jane might be the most realistic portrayal I’ve seen of the character, and also does not overdo the negatives. Indeed, there is a good chance I might call her Calamity Jane my personal favourite.

Tall Tale: The Unbelievable Adventures of Pecos Bill (1994)
★★★
Dir: Jeremiah Chechik

According to Wikipedia, a tall tale is “a story with unbelievable elements, related as if it were true and factual.” It is a literary genre I don’t think exists the same way in Europe – except maybe the famous tales of Baron Munchausen. This Disney production is the story of Daniel (Nick Stahl, years away from teen John Connor) who works hard on the farm of his father (Stephen Lang, years away from grizzled old Avatar villain Quaritch) in 1905. The farmers face evil industrialist J. P. Stiles (Scott Glenn, years away from Daredevil‘s mentor Stick) who wants their land. The two main perspectives – living off your own hard work or selling out to big industry – are opposed, and when Daniel’s father is shot by Stiles’ men, Daniel escapes. He falls asleep in a boat and meets tall tale heroes Pecos Bill (Patrick Swayze), Paul Bunyan (Oliver Platt) and John Henry (Roger Aaron Brown). Reality and fiction get tangled while Daniel is on the run.

This is the kind of adventure movie for the whole family Disney liked to produce during the 90s. In retrospect these were so much more enjoyable than those the studio produces today, because they felt more natural. As a family adventure film I can wholeheartedly recommend it. There is beautiful production design, a gorgeous colour palette and the epic music of Randy Edelman. However for Calamity Jane fans this is only of peripheral interest. Jane (played by Catherine O’Hara – Kevin’s mum from Home Alone!) is barely in the movie. She enters a saloon brawl and is very upset at Pecos Bill who obviously left her some time ago. She expresses her anger with adequate shooting skills, but vanishes as quickly from the movie as she has appeared in it.

Buffalo Girls (1995)
★★★
Dir: Rod Hardy

[Jim’s review is available here] Based on the book of the same name by Larry McMurtry, this epic two-part TV series was showered with Prime Time Emmy and Golden Globe Award nominations and boasts a remarkable cast of stars: Anjelica Huston as Calamity Jane, Sam Elliott as Wild Bill Hickok, Melanie Griffith, Gabriel Byrne, Peter Coyote as Buffalo Bill, Jack Palance, Floyd Red Crow Westerman (who made a real career out of his role in Dances with Wolves) and Liev Schreiber. The film portrays the last days of the “Wild West” but does so in a charming way; while it’s a drama, it never feels overly dramatic or tragic. I personally would call it “light drama”. We get full, natural colours and not everything looks dark, grey or nightmarish as many films do today, when the director wants it to look “realistic”. 

Anjelica Huston looks a good deal younger than her age of 44 at the time. I do have a problem with her Calamity: she is just too cute and nice. Yes, the male western garb is here – obviously to protect her, because once she puts on a dress, everyone wants to dance with her. At one point she is allowed to use her signature whip. But she never escapes her natural femininity, which counteracts the aim of portraying the ultimate tomboy. Huston plays Jane like a schoolgirl in the body of a grown-up woman, who has a crush on the coolest boy on school, Wild Bill. It leads to a baby, Calamity’s daughter that she gives up for adoption. A large subplot is the relationship of Calamity’s best friend, the prostitute Dora (Griffith) and her boy friend Ted Blue (Byrne). Jane later goes with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Circus to England, because she wants to see her daughter again, and there is a shooting bet with Annie Oakley.

This is an average story, one that wouldn’t have needed to be told in form of a Western. While Elliott is always great, he’s still miles away from the cynical and world-weary trail leader he recently played in 1883. You could have told the same story as a modern-day drama and, except for the battle between Custer and the native warriors, all you would have to change are the clothes. That’s somehow disappointing. I would like to see a Calamity who curses, fights, uses her whip and guns frequently – though she does shoot down a chandelier in a British pub – and gets involved in adventures. I guess what I want is some kind of female Indiana Jones, and that’s not the case here.

We get to see the life that she might have led in reality, according to the sparse details we know about her life. While nice, and admirable, it’s not really exciting. There are no real action scenes in the story, and the whole thing feels like a toned-down drama. It may sound very much as if I’m rejecting this mini series: I don’t. I do like it – it’s just not what I expect to see when someone says “Calamity Jane”. But of the two realistic Westerns in 1995 which involved her this is definitely, and by far, the better and the one I recommend. You do get a full 2½ hours with Calamity Jane as the main protagonist. There are not many movies about which you can say that.

Wild Bill (1995)
★★
Dir: Walter Hill

I don’t like this movie at all, and I think 2 stars is very generous. It has nothing to do with the fact there are a number of Walter Hill films I don’t like, or that Calamity Jane is hardly in the movie. I simply think this movie is not well-told, and is boring. It doesn’t work for me either as a Western, a biopic or a good movie in general. It’s not the fault of the movie stars who are all well-known for their competence. I mean, we have Jeff Bridges as Wild Bill Hickok, plus Ellen Barkin, Diane Lane, John Hurt, Keith Carradine, Bruce Dern, David Arquette and Christina Applegate. I also found the production design very fitting. So, who is responsible for the mess?

My vote goes to Hill, who wrote it as an adaptation of a book and a theatre play. Either the literary template was not very good or Hill wasn’t able to filter a good cinematic yarn out of it. I don’t know, and I don’t really care. The story of the Wild West legend is told with Hickok originally working as a U.S. Marshall, but getting involved in more and more violent conflicts. His life takes a slow down-turn, so much so that everyone in the room fears they might be the next one he kills. This tragedy includes sickness, an opium habit and a destroyed relationship.

Calamity Jane is played by Ellen Barkin, but has only a minor role in the film. It’s sad, thinking of what could have been with an actress like Barkin who once mesmerized in Sea of Love. Her character here seems to be mainly turned on by Wild Bill, and they indeed have sex on the poker table in the saloon – but she is not the woman he loves. Jane has the traditional outfit but as is becoming a trend, I expect more from my Calamity Janes. There might be people who look at this movie as some kind of failed masterpiece, or maybe a forerunner for Deadwood . But, honestly, I don’t recommend this movie. It’s boring, overlong and perforated with flashbacks. Simply, not good story-telling.

The Legend of Calamity Jane (1997)
★★★½
Producing studios: Canal+ and the WB

I already wrote a review on this Canadian animation show. It is just 13 episodes long and depicts Jane as a true-blue hero who serves justice in the old West, accompanied by sidekick Joe Presto, and her horse Dakota. The show was definitely written for a teen audience but can be enjoyed by grown-ups, too. It’s a lot of fun, features some nice action scenes for a 90s animated series and has enough diverse plots to not get boring. I certainly enjoyed it quite a bit.

Lucky Luke (2009)

Dir: James Huth

Lucky Luke is a famous Belgian comic book series by artist Morris (born as Maurice de Bevere, 1923-2001), partly co-written by Réné Goscinny (1926 – 1977), who is best known for his work on the Asterix comics. Luke began in 1946 and is among the most beloved comics in Europe. It’s therefore unsurprising that people have tried to adapt the comics into live-action movies, as well as some animated series . This was not the first – there were a couple of films with Terence Hill as Lucky in the early 90s, and a later one with German actor Til Schweiger – but hopefully, may be the last.

The comics are indeed very, very funny – or were, when Morris was drawing and Goscinny writing, I don’t know how they are today. But it seems difficult to transfer this kind of oddball humour, coupled with slapstick and situation comedy, into live-action. The attempts so far have been absolutely terrible, and shouldn’t have been that bad. But it would need a certain understanding of how the humour in the comics works. While the animated versions more or less work, the live-action creators seem to have no feeling for subtlety, nuance or basic understanding of what the humor is. If you want an example of how it’s done right, I refer you to Spielberg’s adaptation of TinTin.

Anyway, what does Calamity Jane have to do with this? Well, Lucky Luke (Jean Dujardin from The Artist) is a lonesome cowboy, very far from home, who is usually called to help solve difficult tasks or bring criminals back to prison: in most cases, this means the Dalton brothers. But he also meets famous people of his time, such as Mark Twain, Sarah Bernhardt and Jack London, as well as the many desperadoes and gunslingers of the old West. He has met Calamity Jane at least three times in the comics by now: the version there is a inelegant redhead who curses a lot, shoots quickly but has a heart of gold. It only seemed logical she would appear in a movie, especially considering the comic universe is short of interesting women, with the whole “lonesome cowboy” thing.

I once owned a collection of over 50 Lucky Luke comic books, but as far as I can judge, the story has no similarity to any I read.  Calamity Jane pops up in the middle of the story, out of nowhere and except for demonstrating incredible strength (she has some muscular arms) and her overdone behaviour, contributes little to an otherwise forgettable film. She is played by Sylvie Testud, I think making her the first French actress to depict Jane. But there is little more to say. Avoid the movie and read some Lucky Luke comics instead – preferably the first one with Calamity. I believe an animated version of it can be found online, and will be discussed later. 

Calamity Jane’s Revenge (2015)
★★
Dir: Henrique Couto

A review by Jim can be found here – and might be longer than mine. I wholeheartedly agree with his 2-star rating. This is a low-budget production. Very low budget. Please don’t misunderstand: I’m not one of those who believe “bigger is always better”. Very often, it’s the opposite; in big-budget productions, the first thing that suffers is usually the coherence of the script. But I do need to be able to buy into the fantasy, and this just doesn’t have the resources needed to give me a basis for suspending my disbelief. The actors speak their lines clearly and for not being professionals do well enough and don’t trip over their words. Some are better than others but no one has to be ashamed of what they did. That said, I never really believed Erin R. Ryan, to be the legendary female scout. She looks like your average contemporary American cowgirl and neither her acting nor behaviour made me associate her with Calamity Jane. 

The costume and prop departments don’t help, putting her in modern jeans and giving her weapons that look as new and fake as they come. Obviously, no one is surprised here to see a woman in trousers and everyone also seems to recognize Jane at first glance, without much excitement. Compare it with her entire film history and you realize there is a problem. In addition, the entire thing does not look very “western-y” to me, and seems to have been filmed in a park or a wood with plenty of lawn. It could have been filmed in front of my house, and it takes plenty of suspension of disbelief for me to make this work. There were some nice aerial shots I did like, and a score that consists of guitar with some occasional flute.

The whole story is simple: Wild Bill has been shot and Jane is out for revenge on those responsible. She meets plenty of evil men in the woods that she kills – indeed, this Jane has quite a body count – frees a religious woman and gets her horse stolen by a quack. Although most of the time she is just wandering through the woods, with not much riding here. Maybe the rent for the horse was too high for the entire shoot? There are cameos of Wild Bill (Joe Kidd) in her dreams; think of Sarah Connor dreaming of dead Kyle Reese in T2, telling her she doesn’t need to continue her quest, though she does anyway.

I don’t like to downvote this movie, because it was done with good intentions and that is more than some typical Hollywood blockbusters can claim. You get scenes you won’t see anywhere else, e. g. Jane lying in the grass between the flowers, telling her horse her life story. That said, the film’s big problem is the lack of satisfying production values, and it lacks momentum, suspense and climaxes. Look for the 2024 movie to see how it can be done better. Its budget might have been just a little higher than this; at least it could provide horses, a coach and a western town. All told, this is a barely sufficient yet also very, very average and unexciting production, resulting in a finally unsatisfying film. It falls below the level I expect in order to be entertained.

Calamity, a Childhood of Martha Jane Cannary (2020)
★★★★
Dir: Rémi Chayé

The story for this animated film is an interesting one: In 1863, the Cannary family –  the father, his daughter Martha Jane (voiced by Salomé Boulven) and two smaller children – are part of a convoy to Oregon. Martha gets into a feud with young boy Ethan, but when one of the wheels of their cart breaks, and her father is hurt by a horse, Ethan has to take over driving. Humiliated by this, she tries to learn things outside what young girls are not supposed to know – throwing lassos, horse-riding and driving the cart. When the settlers meet a soldier named Samson, they realize they have gone the wrong way. She befriends the soldier, until he vanishes with some items stolen from the settlers. Martha leaves to retrieve the items and find the truth about Samson, which is the beginning of an exciting and dangerous adventure.

I saw it in French with Spanish subs, so hopefully have not missed any nuances. It seems to have been financed by a number of small companies and TV channels, and appears to be a French-Danish co-production. I liked it a lot, and it could easily be called Calamity – the early years. The story finds good, logical explanations why the girl turns out to be Calamity Jane. There are reasons why she wants to be able to ride and drive a cart, or why she cuts her hair and makes herself trousers. And it also points out that such behaviour was not only rare, but seen as highly inappropriate for women at that time. Martha Jane is not without flaws, her stubborn temperament repeatedly puts herself and others in situations that are dangerous. For example, while fighting with young thief Jonas, it nearly leads to them falling over a cliff, and kills one of the horses. In another situation, while trying to get a sample in a cave for Madame Moustache (who was a real person), she first loses the rope that holds her, than her light. Luckily, she is able to find her way back.

This movie also plays with the cross-dressing aspect that very often comes into play with the character. First, she looks more like a boy, with trousers and short cut hair, and those who meet her think she is one. Then she has to dress as a girl to get into the camp of a general who is not on good terms with her, and finally she dresses up as a soldier to avoid being discovered. The look on Jonas face at the end when she gives him a kiss, is hilarious! Overall, this is an enjoyable movie that can be watched by boys and girls. But as a grown-up I felt that the time and living conditions of settlers in that era were captured in a very realistic, believable fashion. Not everyone was nice to you in the Old West. Well… actually, no one was. Jane has to learn and by doing so, she gets the recognition of the people around her. That’s good advice for anyone. The movie also has a very fitting western score by Florencia di Concilio. 

I have issues with the visual presentation. It has rightfully been praised, winning the Cristal Award for a feature at the Annecy International Animation Film Festival, and a lot of work clearly went into this. Yet I found the characters rather simplistic. It’s definitely not comparable to Studio Ghibli, or a Disney movie when they were still doing 2-cel animation. It leaves objects and characters lacking a defining outline, meaning the characters are only separated from their environment by a different colour. It might be a stylistic decision but left me with a feeling the animation was “unfinished”. It’s just a matter of taste. Despite being a new original take on the Calamity Jane character, the movie’s distribution doesn’t seem widespread. While it had regular screenings in France, the Benelux countries, Denmark, Japan, Spain and Portugal, to my knowledge it had no cinematic release in Germany, Britain or the US – a pity because the film is really good.

Calamity Jane (2024)
★★★★
Dir: Terry Miles

A review of this movie by Jim is available here. Made for the streaming TV service Tubi, this low-budgeted western won’t win any awards – yet I nevertheless gave it 4 stars. Why? Simple, it really surprised me how entertaining it was. I absolutely didn’t expect it, but what I’ve always thought was proven again. Smaller productions can satisfy me so much more than a over-budgeted, Hollywood, wannabe blockbuster simply by using their production value efficiently, and telling their stories in a well-considered manner. It leads to a very pleasing viewing experience – at least for me. None of the actors are really well-known. The most famous might be Emily Bett Rickards who plays – a nice change – a redhaired Calamity Jane, and Stephen Amell who gets just a couple of scenes as Wild Bill (before he gets shot as usual). Both can be seen in CW show Green Arrow, but I don’t think that will entice anyone to watch this western here.

The story of this obviously Canadian production (all the main actors seem to be from there) can be quickly told. Despite having saved Deputy Sheriff Mason (Tim Rozon) Calamity is imprisoned. When her other half Wild Bill is shot by Jack McCall (who according to historical records did kill Hickok) and the cell inmates break out, Calamity goes after McCall to take revenge. She is pursued by Mason who also believes she killed Sheriff Griggs. Jane is being helped by an undertaker, not knowing she is headed directly towards the whole McCall family. Of course, the story is as fictional as any of the other ones – but it works.

Rickards is an interesting choice for our heroine. She is so small and slim-built that, when dressed in the usual western garb, if it wasn’t for that long, red mane of hair, she could easily appear androgynish – at least from a distance. She plays Jane as an intelligent, no-nonsense and courageous Western protagonist, who obviously has something on her conscience. I found her absolutely believable. Also, the character is never fetishized like many other Janes, nor stigmatized for wearing men’s clothes. It seems natural for her – but then, today no-one would see anything strange in that. It was different in the 1950s and 60s, when a woman could cause serious problems by questioning the status quo, simply due to her choice of clothes.

Therefore it shouldn’t surprise you that this also gives us a female bartender, breaking the unwritten rule that bartenders in Westerns had to be male, and a McCall sister who is a sadistic killer, very well-played by Priscilla Faia. I liked this cast and the story but perhaps most importantly, this is the first film with Calamity Jane that gives her some action scenes. This was usually left to the men, with the exception of the animated Legend of Calamity Jane. All in all, this is solid entertainment. The movie’s budget can’t have been very high but the actors are competent, the production design acceptable, the costumes appropriate and the direction and technical side feels alright. A chair doesn’t have to be made of ebony, the important thing is, you can sit on it. 

TV episodes and series

While never given her own TV show, with the exception of the animated series mentioned above, Calamity Jane played a role in a number of TV Westerns. While the most well-known is Deadwood, she was also featured in episodes of other TV shows. Here is what I think about them:

Colt .45: Calamity (1959; season 3, episode 10)
★★★

Titular hero Christopher Colt (Wayde Preston) accompanies a stagecoach to Deadwood, providing medical aid to manage a smallpox epidemic. With him are passengers Jud Bowlus whose daughter lives there, and doctor Ellen McGraw. After an Indian attack they need a new coachman and Calamity offers her services. Colt isn’t willing to employ her at first, but when she whips off his hat, it’s obviously enough to convince him. At the next post, they must take cover, as the Indians have killed the station manager and will attack again. They are joined by some “prospectors”, who turn out to be robbers after the vaccine, so they could sell it to the citizens of Deadwood. Having had their weapons taken away, Calamity has to distract them with her whip, allowing Colt to beat up the hoodlums. They arrive safely in Deadwood City and everyone has cake. Okay, I made up the cake part!

An absolutely acceptable TV episode, which feels meant to be a miniature version of John Ford’s famous Stagecoach (1939), starring John Wayne – only with D-television budget. But that’s okay. Calamity is played by Dody Heath and I had some early issues with her. First, this actress is quite petite which makes her look less  convincing. While the size issue might apply to other actresses here, it’s especially obvious when she stands next to the larger Preston. Also, in her first appearance, she seems more insolent brat than tough tomboy. Her acting does improve over the 25-minute episode, and she was acceptable for me by the end.

But, once again, the screenwriters couldn’t help themselves: In her second scene she asks Colt if he is married, and when Bowlus asks what is wrong with her, she wonders whether it would help if she wore a skirt and knew how to cook. Obviously, we went from first meeting to the “our relationship” talk in a heartbeat. But there is an interesting reversal at the end. It’s Ellen who shoots one of the last thieves, and Calamity decides she wants to stay in Deadwood and help Ellen take care of the infected. While these women are very different, they are able to learn from each other. I find this a more interesting ending than the usual “Calamity has to become a real lady” trope.

Bonanza: Calamity over the Comstock (1963; episode 141) 
★★★

Little Joe is way over his head when circumstances force him to take care of young Calamity Jane. She falls in love with him and wants him to take her to a ball. Unfortunately, Calamity’s former friend, Doc Holliday, is in town too, and is mighty jealous. Like the series in general, this is harmless, enjoyable fluff. Stefanie Powers (years before starring in Hart to Hart with Robert Wagner) plays Jane’s tomboyishness with tangible joy. When she appears with a dirty, smeared face, cursing the horses, she is very convincing. The not very believable running gag, is that all the men here are unable to see she is a girl, because… men’s clothes, daa!! And of course, she will wear a beautiful ballgown as that is obviously what all tomboys really want! It’s a nice little episode. I just wonder what made Doc Holliday hook up with her, since in reality the two never met.

Death Valley Days: A Calamity called Jane (1966; season 1, episode 13)
★★★

Introduced by Western movie star Robert Taylor, this “true story of the West” tells how Calamity Jane joins the Wild West show of… Wild Bill Hickok? I can only presume the screenwriter got Wild Bill and Buffalo Bill mixed up. It’s not a positive outlook on their relationship, Wild Bill taking strong issue with Jane’s behavior and shouting. He also tells her if she is a woman she should dress like one, or she will never appeal to a man. Her straight answer is, she always has hated men. When she tells their mutual friend Charlie about Bill’s complaints, he decides sharply that she must have fallen in love with Bill. 

Yeah, sure. That’s the only reason a woman would ever get angry when a man criticizes her outlook and personality (sarcasm off). So, she does what Calamity Janes usually do: puts on a dress. Unfortunately, Charlie and Bill aren’t in favor of that either, because the people in their show want to see Calamity Jane, not some normal woman in a skirt. This poor Calamity, already unsure of her female attire (and probably, her identity) suffers a second humiliation, storming out of the bar while Wild Bill joins a poker game. We all know how it will end: this Calamity Jane will get her heart broken a third time in this 25-minute episode.

I think my feelings about this story and its terrible attitudes from the Stone Age should be clear from the above. That said, the actress Fay Spain definitely looks less cute than the usual Janes, and does a good job. This Jane is loud, gets drunk and shows off, but hides a more vulnerable side and even sheds tears. It may be the only time I’ve seen a Jane weep, unless Doris Day did? This makes it watchable. But honestly: this Jane is better off without both Wild Bill and “good friend” Charlie too. 

Lucky Luke: Calamity Jane (1983)
★★★

Lucky Luke went from comic to animated series in 1983: other animated shows would follow. This one was more or less a 1:1 adaptation of the comic books, the story following the Calamity Jane story in the comic. Lucky Luke, the cowboy who draws quicker than his shadow, meets Calamity Jane. In El Plomo, she wins an arm-wrestling match against the gorilla-like Baby Sam and therefore the saloon where she wants to become an honest member of society. This is much to the chagrin of the previous owner August Oyster. He has hidden stolen army rifles under the cellar, which he is selling to the Apache tribe, and also expects a new delivery of weapons and whiskey for them.

This episode is definitely fun, with a running gag about uneatable cookies that Calamity bakes, and a coach (resembling Hollywood star David Niven) hired to train Calamity to behave like a lady. I would recommend the comic book, for the simple reason that the 25-minute limit of these episodes requires cuts to the comic story. Also, the comic is much funnier, although Jane is amusing here. She is quick to shoot, and a bit of a show-off, but a good friend with a heart of gold. This might be why she would pop up in later comic books of the series. She and Luke simply make very good pals. 

Deadwood (2004-06, additional TV movie 2019)
★★★
Producer: David Milch

Having seen only season one of the three, I can judge just it. This highly praised HBO show recounts the beginnings of notorious Wild West city Deadwood, before the territory came under the guidance of the government in Washington, and how “problems” were solved there before there was official law. Calamity Jane is clearly not a main character, though has a not unimportant supporting role. The show mainly focuses on saloon and bordello owner Al Swearengen (Ian McShane), a character who really lived and – at least in the show – was responsible for many crimes, murders and shady dealings in that city. There’s also Seth Bullock (Timothy Olyphant) who became the first sheriff there.

Played by Robin Weigert, this may be the most realistic, yet most depressing version of Jane. She is constantly drunk, swears a lot, is dirty, hangs on the coattails of Wild Bill Hickok (Keith Carradine). But she is just his friend, and no more, going against the traditional idea she and Bill were a couple. She seems full of fear, though at least in the first season, it is never stated what haunts her. The feeling is that Jane harbours scars from her past – maybe her upbringing? She says herself she is no good at all, and shocked by Wild Bill’s murder. But Jane helps as a nurse when a smallpox epidemic breaks out in Deadwood.

This is definitely not the great heroine which earlier films portrayed. Far from pretty, this is not someone you’d want to go out with. Maybe that’s why the film makers gave her a lesbian relationship with Joannie Stubbs (Kim Dickens) later on? Overall, the show is recommendable, serving as a more realistic and gritty portrayal of the Old West. but my feeling was that the first 12-episode season lost steam, and ran out of ideas that could sustain it in the second half. Of course, seasons two + three, plus the made-for-TV movie, may offer more highlights. But that will be up to you to find out, if you are interested!

Documentary

Calamity Jane: Wild West Legend (2014)
★★★★★
Dir: Gregory Monro

This 80-minute French documentary from 2014 ran on the Franco-German culture channel ARTE, a channel well-known for quality docs. I recommend this one, though there may be others from the US I don’t know about, which are just as good. Old photographs, footage from old Westerns, newly directed scenes and interviews with historians and biographers of the old West (among them Richard Etulain, see below), form a vivid, realistic picture of the conditions in that era and life at that time.

Certain things were constants in Jane’s life. She was almost always on the move. Due to her lack of education, which may explain her lack of manners, she took any job she could get. She was a laundry washer, nurse, prostitute, scout and babysitter, worked for the army and later sold her biography as a pamphlet. Though the big money was made off her, by dime novel writers and journalists. When Jane had money she spent it on alcohol. Her constant drunkenness could have been a factor in why she was unable to have a lasting relationship. She clearly tried, becoming pregnant from one of at least two known marriages. But her husband was physically abusive, and it didn’t last. While her daughter was with Jane at least into her teenage years, her mother saw she was taken into a better home. Jane was definitely restless: her behavior and alcoholism may have helped lead to her early death, at an age of around 47.

One amusing tidbit. The love story almost everyone believes, between her and Wild Bill, is likely nothing but fiction. According to sources, she did know Wild Bill for a few weeks. But he was not really fond of Jane, because she was constantly begging him to share from his private barrel of whiskey. I guess a romantic, idealized love story sells better than the truth of a constantly drunk, homeless female hobo.

Biographies

There are many biographies of Martha Jane Cannary on the market. I have the feeling most aren’t too good: few facts about her life are known, while there are a lot of stories made up about her. But one I think is useful is Richard W. Etulain’s The Life and Legends of Calamity Jane. Etulain is a professor of history and was director of the Center for the American West at the University of New Mexico. But more importantly he writes about the old West and the personalities of its time. The book seems to be well-researched. Etulain separates fact from fiction where possible and also goes deeply into the popular perception and the cultural reinvention of Mrs. Cannary, and how our perspective of her has repeatedly changed over time, depending on the cultural zeitgeist. The book also contains some photos of her, I recommend this for those interested, though it is quite expensive.

There is another small book, titled The letters of Calamity Jane to her daughter. The origin of its content is dubious, and no one can verify if the letters are indeed from Martha Jane Canary or someone else. In them, the author writes to her daughter about how she grew up and lived, about her different jobs, etc. According to some, Calamity Jane couldn’t read and write but this is addressed in one letter and said to be a lie. The letters were reportedly found in a box of her daughter’s. I don’t know: it’s very convenient, isn’t it? But having read it, my impression is that whoever wrote it knew the living conditions in the old West very well, in addition to many facts about Mrs. Canary’s life. If it is not from her, it’s convincingly written. Though I admit, the idea of a daughter receiving letters from her wild-living mother is a wonderful idea to draw in potentially interested female readers.

Books and comics

Calamity became a famous character in print, when she was made a supporting character in the Deadwood Dick dime novels of the 1870s. Since she first captured the attention of an audience there, a slew of books featuring her have come out, ranging from a realistic portrayal to utter fantasy. The classic quality novel might be Larry McMurtry’s Buffalo Girls, whose movie adaptation was covered earlier. 

If your desire for quality reading is not as high, the books of J. T. Edson can be considered. Edson was a British dog trainer for the army, who fell in love with Westerns and became a writer, churning out an enormous number of books from the 1950’s through until the early 2000s, most of them in that genre. He had many different heroes, one of whom was Calamity Jane, writing 13 books with her as the main character.  

According to his readers, he was very entertaining in his early books but Edson’s later work lost his spark. Of course, he invented his own Wild West scenarios, so one shouldn’t expect realistic depictions – less than you would expect from a John Wayne movie. The author himself admitted that he never sat on a horse in his life. Today, his books can mostly be found second-hand or in old book shops. However, a couple of years ago, some of his Calamity Jane books were re-published under new titles. Some are now also available as e-books.

Not surprisingly, she has also appeared in comics and graphic novels. For some reason unknown to me, the French especially seem to love her in comic book form, as I am aware of at least 5 different books with her from there. It’s possible the Lucky Luke stories by Morris may have generated interest in her in Europe. For many, including myself, it was their first contact with the character.

Conclusion

So, we come to the end of this little overview on Calamity Jane-related Westerns. I learned a lot over the course of it. For example, the majority of film-makers can’t resist inventing a love story between her and Wild Bill, or dressing her up in a skirt, at least for a couple of scenes. Obviously, the latter is to calm audiences and let them know she would be a good housewife if circumstances only would let her. For, you see, she wears male attire only because she has to work in a man’s world, and has no husband yet. Or that for whatever reason, she has been played by an astonishing number of blonde actresses, despite the real Calamity being a brunette. Or that those who play her on the screen have typically been young, very attractive and even sexy while the real person… Well, if you see any photos of the original, such as the one here, you might spot a difference or two!

This odyssey through film via Calamity, also helps to appreciate the changing attitudes to “girls with guns” over a period of more than a century. In that time, she has transformed from the damsel in distress who is treated with some kind of contempt by Gary Cooper, to an independent woman who takes revenge for her murdered lover. The character has gone through quite a remarkable evolution over the years, reflecting the changes in society during that time, and it’s something which should be appreciated.

I wonder: will we see Calamity Jane again? And if so, where might it be, and in what form will she appear?

Only time will tell…

[Below is a YouTube playlist of various trailers and clips from some of the films discussed here]

Robyn Hood: A Girl’s Tale, by K.M. Shea

Literary rating: ★½
Kick-butt quotient: ☆☆

Despite being a short 158 pages, this definitely managed to out-stay its welcome. There’s books aimed at the young, and then there are books which leave you feeling like you have actively lost IQ points reading them. Guess what category this falls into? It’s not a terrible idea, taking Robin Hood and making her a woman. Could have been worse: she could have been a black, bisexual rapper too [I wish I was joking]. We have been somewhat here before, with The Adventures of Maid Marian, in which Marian takes over after Robin Hood goes off to join the Crusades. The problem here is, a gender switch is where the creativity stops.

The setting is the same: ye olde middle-ages England. Robyn is forced to flee after shooting with an arrow one of the Sheriff of Nottingham’s men. She hides out in nearby Sherwood Forest, stealing from the rich to give to the poor, and assembling a band of outlaws around her: Friar Tuck, Little John, various people called Will. There is an archery contest. In order words, pretty much all the stuff that happens in the original story, or one of the dozens of adaptations which are embedded deep in popular culture. Apart from RobYn, Shea does nothing interesting with the tropes. Life for the heroine is pretty, pretty easy, with the locals giving them everything necessary, and wannabe outlaws falling over themselves to become Merry Men.

Indeed, there’s only one point at which there is a genuine sense of danger, when the Sheriff’s men launch a surprise attack, where Robyn is thrown into a river and nearly drowns… until she is rescued by her horse. Yep. Said equine is certainly smarter than the antagonists here, who are mind-numbingly incompetent, when they aren’t being purely obnoxious. The ease with which Robyn is then able to rescue her captured henchmen renders their threat impotent. I get that this is not intended to be, in the slightest, a realistic depiction of the time. However, it’s not a convincing depiction of any time, and might as well take place as a skit at your local Renaissance Fair.

This volume ends with Robyn leaving the group, after being beaten in an archery contest by one of her men – under dubious circumstances. While it makes precious little sense, considering the slavish devotion they have shown to her up until that point, it’s the first time the author has done anything with the potential to be interesting. However, it comes far too late to salvage my interest in my going on to the second book. Which, given the short length, could easily have been combined into this volume. If you’re going in, to avoid disappointment I would suggest you expect something aimed at a slightly backward eleven-year-old. To be safe, maybe expect something which was written by one as well. 

Author: K.M. Shea
Publisher: Self-published, available through Amazon, both as a paperback and an e-book
Book 1 of 2 in the Robyn Hood series.

Buffalo Girls

★★★½
“Certainly no calamity.”

Calamity Jane is one of the larger-than-life figures who populated the Wild West in its later days, as it was gradually becoming civilized. The truth about who she was is hard to determine, with verifiable facts hard to come by. But like Robin Hood, this just makes her raw clay, to be moulded into whatever shape writers and film-makers want. In Jane’s case this means her over the decades being played by anyone from Jane Russell through Doris Day to, here, Anjelica Huston. This version of her story, originally a TV miniseries in two parts from 1995, is based on a book by Larry McMurtry. I’ve not read it, but by most accounts, it’s mostly an elegy to the death of the old West and its people.

This doesn’t feel quite as depressing, though certainly nods to the end of the frontier ways. Jane here is a down-to-earth figure, whom we first see working with the forces of General Custer. Fortunately, she avoids meeting the same fate, though tragedy hits in a different way, with the murder of Wild Bill Hickok (Sam Elliott, basically re-running his Tombstone character). Jane had long held a candle for him, but never managed quite to tell him. However, their relationship leaves her with a child, which she gives up for adoption to a rich family. Years later, she discovers her daughter is back in England, and joins the circus of Buffalo Bill (Coyote), to travel across the ocean in the hope of being reunited.

This thread is fine, with a tremendous cast doing good work, also including Jack Palance, an early role for Liev Schreiber, and Reba McEntire as sharp-shooter Annie Oakley [in my head canon, she’s playing the great-grandmother of her character in Tremors] I doubt how historically accurate it is: while Buffalo Bill’s show did play in London, I’ve not found anything to indicate Jane was with them (Oakley, however, was part of the show), and certainly not shooting up an English pub! But the old saw, “Print the legend” is likely applicable here, and I’m always willing to cut cinematic biography some factual slack, in the interests of making its story-telling more effective.

Less successful is the secondary plot, involving brothel madam Dora DuFran (Griffith), who again did exist, and her true love Ted Blue (Byrne), who did not. I was particularly annoyed how Dora repeatedly refused Ted’s proposals of marriage, preferring to retain her freedom… then got very upset after he married someone else, and even got hitched to someone herself (the short-term spouse being played by Schreiber). Either be with someone or not. They’re not a puppy on a leash for you to jerk around, and your history is not their problem. Every scene with the pair was a waste of time, and I was left wondering if I could create a ninety-minute supercut of the film, which removes them from the film as far as possible. I suspect it would be an improvement.

Dir: Rod Hardy
Star: Anjelica Huston, Melanie Griffith, Gabriel Byrne, Peter Coyote 

Calamity Jane

★★★
“Calamity Plain.”

Calamity Jane and Wild Bill Hickok are two of the most well-known names in the culture of the Wild West, though the reality of both individuals is almost impossible to separate from the myths which surround them. So it’s kinda pointless to complain about historical accuracy in films which focus on them. Better just accept them as effectively being fictional entities, which can be used for whatever purpose a filmmaker desires. Here, it’s the death of Wild Bill (Stephen Amell, best known as TV’s Arrow) in a poker game, which sets his girlfriend Jane (Rickards, also from the same series) off. She goes on the trail of Jack McCall (Allon), the scumbag responsible, who has understandably opted to depart Deadwood. 

Complicating matters is that Jane is in custody herself, having been brought to the frontier town by Sheriff Mason (Rozen), to stand trial for murder. She escapes his custody – as Chris pointed out, Mason is a bit crap at the whole law enforcement thing – and heads off after McCall and his equally scummy brother. Mason assembles a (again, rather feeble and unimpressive) posse to go after the two suspected killers. Most of the second half is an extended pursuit through some very scenic landscapes, it must be said. There are a fair number of moderate diversions before the inevitable and entirely expected confrontation between Jane and Jack, as she seeks to get vengeance, or perhaps justice, for her murdered lover.

I think I like the characters here most. Rickards gives a winning portrayal as Jane, despite an unnerving similarity to one of the members of Bananarama (perhaps that’s just me though), and the supporting cast also do a good job of inhabiting their roles. It is fairly straightforward: black hats and white hats, with not much grey in terms of morality. In this way, it feels like a throwback to an earlier time. Along similar lines, while the language is fairly ripe, with a good number of F-bombs, the violence is very restrained by comparison. I feel if a film is going to have an R-rating, the makers need to embrace that artistic freedom fully, yet outside of the cursing, this would likely merit only a PG. 

Among the supporting cast, the best is Abigail (Faia), who is entirely mad, and all the more entertaining for it. She boasts of the multiple people she’s killed, keeping a count with scars on her arms – I’d love to see a film of her back-story. She and Jane end up in a very nasty brawl, likely the action highlight of the film, with everything else being gunfights of the “Bang-bang, you’re dead” variety. While it’s all well enough assembled, there isn’t much indication of ambition or desire to tell a new story, or even an old one from an interesting direction. As a result, this only intermittently catches fire, preferring mostly to meander along safely, well within the speed limit and with its seat-belt securely fastened.

Dir: Terry Miles
Star: Emily Bett Rickards, Tim Rozon, Primo Allon, Priscilla Faia

1572: The Battle of Haarlem

★★★
“Better the devil Kenau…”

This feels a little like a Dutch cross between the stories of Joan of Arc and William Wallace. It’s a couple of centuries later than either, taking place (as the non-Dutch title states!) in the 16th century. The Spanish armies of the Catholic King Philip II were sweeping across Europe, reaching as far North as the Netherlands. Some cities capitulated; others resisted. Among the latter was Haarlem (to use the Dutch spelling), where legend states a woman called Kenau Simonsdochter Hasselaer led an army of 300 women in defense of the city. The more prosaic reality is that she may have helped in fortifying the defense, though the amount of reliable historical data about her is scant in the extreme.

When has that ever stopped film-maker – hence the Wallace comparisons, who is similarly lost in the mists of time. The Joan of Arc similarities are in the heroic defense of her homeland against foreign invaders, though there’s less of a religious subtext for Kenau. In this version, one of her daughters, Gertrude (Smit) is burned at the stake after being caught vandalizing a Catholic church, and it’s partly this which triggers Kenau into action: I guess that’s a little like Boudicea as well. Initially, she is reluctant to take action, and the city is almost sold out to the Spanish by its corrupt leader. However, it’s all almost too convenient in the subsequent events, which portray Kenau as a brilliant strategist, always one step ahead of the enemy.

To a certain extent, this is fair enough: it’s a heroic story, painted in bold strokes, without much subtlety. The Spaniards, especially, come over as borderline caricatures, all lecherous villainy. About Kenau’s sole weakness is being over-protective of her other daughter, Kathelijne (Harmsen), refusing to let her become her own person, romance a hunky mercenary soldier, or assist in some of the more dangerous missions, such as sneaking out of the city to hijack a supply convoy. Otherwise, there’s precious little resistance, with the wonderfully-named governor, Wigbolt Ripperda (Atsma), putting up only a token argument against Kenau running things. There are likely one too many heroic cliches, such as the rousing speech she gives, when the women have a chance to leave the besieged city.

If questionable from a historical perspective, I still have to admit I was entertained to a fine degree, with the production values being better than I expected – Hungary stood in for the Netherlands during shooting. There is no shortage of action, either on the battlefield, or in the shape of other incidents. Even as someone who knows almost nothing about the history of this period, it’s all rather rousing. Hendricks delivers a sufficiently committed performance, and this helps paper over some of the points where her character feels like it came from about 400 years later in history. Not a movie you want to think about too much, I suspect – especially since the truth is that Haarlem ended up surrendering, with thousands of its residents beheaded or drowned. Awkward.

Dir: Maarten Treurniet
Star: Monic Hendrickx, Sallie Harmsen, Barry Atsma, Lisa Smit
a.k.a. Kenau

Boudica: Queen of War

★★★
“Fury woad.”

The latest take on one of Britain’s greatest historical heroines has come in for a fair bit of critical flak. But I really did not think it was all that bad. Sure, it plays fast and loose with historical accuracy (Christianity wasn’t a thing in Britain at the time). However, we’re dealing with someone about whom there is very little reliable record. Why not throw in chunks of the Arthurian mythos, if it might make for a more interesting end product? The usual basics are there. Queen of the Iceni Boudica (Kurylenko) loses her husband (Standen), and subsequently falls foul of the occupying Roman Empire. She raises an army, leads a rebellion, kicks Roman butt for a while, but eventually goes down, fighting. That’s the Cliff Notes version. 

The variations are in the details, and the  versions previously reviewed each take a different approach. For example, Warrior Queen (2003) leaned into the drama. This goes the other way, coming to life most in the battle sequences. It should be no surprise: Johnson is a former stuntman, who has turned to directing action films. He’s best known for excellent Scott Adkins vehicle Avengement, but here we previously reviewed his war film, Hell Hath No Fury. There isn’t the budget here for the necessary scale – the Iceni army reportedly numbered well into six figures, but when Boudica is giving her inspirational speech, it’s more like a soccer mom offering half-time motivation. Yet it makes up for this in gory intensity: this is certainly the most blood-drenched version of the story ever told.

It does take its time getting there. Initially, Boudica is not a warrior queen at all. It’s only after she gets a sword handed down from previous generations that she begins to head in that direction. She encounters a female fighter (Martin), who regards Boudica as the fulfillment of prophecy. It’s when the Roman’s take over, flogging and branding her, then doing worse to her daughters (an angle which is handled weirdly,  yet not ineffectively), that Kurylenko becomes the bad-ass Brit bitch we expected from the likes of Sentinelle. She paints up her face and takes the battle to the enemy, in a way which is up-close and personal.

At least for the first few battles, the Romans won’t know what hit them, and this absolutely doesn’t soft-pedal the brutality of hand-to-hand combat. It’s a shame there’s some stuff around the periphery that doesn’t work so well, such as a mercenary called Wulfgar (Franzén), who speaks modern-sounding French – was that even a thing in 61 AD? – and appears to have the hots for Boudica. There’s also the way her sword seems almost magical, which does perhaps take away from her intrinsically heroic nature, and doesn’t add much. I think if you took the best elements of both this and Warrior Queen, you might have something close to definitive. This can provide Kurylenko and a solid eye on the action. That’s still good enough for me. 

Dir: Jesse V. Johnson
Star: Olga Kurylenko, Clive Standen, Peter Franzén, Lucy Martin

Iron Jawed Angels

★★
“Largely unable to get out the vote.”

There’s a fascinating story to be told about the struggle by American women to get the vote. Unfortunately, this isn’t it. Rather than being content to tell the story of the battle and those who fought in it, von Garnier (a German director who gave us Bandits)  seems to want to force these women from the 1910’s into modern feminist configurations. This position is set out particularly clearly in a deliberately anachronistic soundtrack, which at times makes the story feel more like Hamilton. And to be clear, that’s not a good thing. The focus is campaigner Alice Paul (Swank), beginning in 1912 when she returns from England, her passions set on fire by the work there of Emmeline Pankhurst, as documented in the rather better Suffragette.

Alice initially seeks to work with the leading American group, the National American Woman’s Suffrage Association, led by Carrie Chapman Catt (Huston), only to find their methods not radical enough for her tastes. This eventually causes her to form her own group, and begin protesting against President Woodrow Wilson, including a daily picket of the White House. Matters come to a head after the United States enters World War I, with such protests being seen as unpatriotic. This leads to Paul and other women being arrested on dubious charges, and after beginning a hunger strike in protest, the women are force-fed. Eventually, Wilson is convinced to support their cause, with the 19th Amendment, giving women the right to vote, being passed in 1920.

My main problem is that Paul never feels an authentic character. She comes over more like a 21st century woman transplanted to the time, which as result, makes her story feel almost like a bad episode from the current incarnation of Doctor Who. It chooses to manipulate history purely for dramatic purposes, such as shoehorning in a romantic relationship with a newspaper cartoonist. Yet for all the obviously liberal credentials inherent in the story, according to the film, only one black woman supported the suffrage movement – and just for a minute or two, before exiting the film. Awkward, that.

Despite the above, and the film in general being a stylistic mess, you’d have to try particularly hard to screw up the underlying story, which is generally an empowering and rousing one. You’d have to be a colder heart than I, not to feel aggrieved by the treatment Paul and the other women suffer in pursuit of their cause, and the film does manage to do these elements justice, simply by reining back in the attempts to jazz things up. I was amused (and slightly pleased) by the disdain of NAWSA towards their bomb-flinging sisters across the Atlantic, who were rather keener on direct action. Though the main moment which amazed me was the scene where President Wilson walked out of the front gate of the White House, tipping his hat to the protestors as he passed them. Truly a different era.

Dir: Katja von Garnier
Star: Hilary Swank, Frances O’Connor, Julia Ormond, Anjelica Huston

Voevoda

★★½
“Never mind the Bulgars”

Well, at the very least, we get to cross another country off the map, in the Action Heroine Atlas. This comes from Bulgaria, and seems to have been a labour of love for Sophia, who co-wrote, directed, produced and starred in it (her daughter plays the younger version of the lead). You don’t see that often, especially in our chosen field. Yet I suspect it could end up having caused more problems than it solves. I’ve often found that films where one person wears so many hats, end up being too “close” to be entirely successful. By which I mean, the maker is so involved they can’t see the flaws, when another pair of eyes might have been able to identify and correct these issues.

I believe this is based on a historical figure. Though I say this based almost entirely on an IMDb review which says, “Rumena was a real person and we know what happened to her.” Well, perhaps Bulgarians do. I have no clue, and was unable to find much out on the Internet: even the film’s website was vague on details. I am also largely ignorant – and, I freely admit, this is a me problem – about Bulgarian history. It seems that at the time this was set in the 19th century, the country was occupied by the Ottoman Empire. That’s about all I’ve got, and can’t say I learned much more from the movie.

The heroine is Roumena (Sophia), who is targeted by the Ottoman occupiers, and subsequently heads off into the mountains and woods, to become the titular leader of a group of bandits and rebels. From there, she wages a guerilla war on the Ottomans. For instance, after they kidnap a young village woman, she and the rest of her cheta kidnap the two sons of the commanding officer, in order to exchange them. This insurgency eventually leads to the Ottomans sending a whole mass of troops after her. Yet Roumena’s example has also helped foster a desire for independence in the locals – albeit at the cost of effectively having to abandon her young son, so that he can have a safe, and somewhat normal childhood.

It’s all quite impenetrable, with limited dialogue and largely non-professional actors. While this likely does enhance the realism, it feels like it comes at the cost of genuine drama. The saving grace is Sophia, who cuts a interesting figure as Roumena: all fierce and unwilling to compromise in any aspect of her life. She wins leadership of the cheta by, literally, wrestling for the position, and takes no shit from anyone. Yet at 126 minutes long, it feels too much of a slog through the wilderness, with a permanently surly supporting cast who are largely distinguishable from each other, only by their facial hair. If you can imagine a dour version of the Robin Hood legend, in which Robin gets betrayed by his merry men, then you’ll be along the right lines.

Dir: Zornitsa Sophia
Star: Zornitsa Sophia, Valeri Yordanov, Goran Gunchev, Dimitar Trokanov

Amy Johnson: Britain’s Amelia Earhart

This article was inspired by my mild irritation at documentary film Fly Like a Girl which, while a worthy item, was almost exclusively American-focused. You could have watched it all the way through, and come to the conclusion that Americans not only invented flight, they were the only ones to take to the air over the following century. That isn’t the case. Names like Jean Batten (New Zealand), Nancy Bird Walton (Australia), Hélène Dutrieu (Belgium) or Beryl Markham (Britain), all deserve recognition for their pioneering roles, rather than it being just Amelia Earhart. Which brings us to Amy Johnson who, both in life and death, was not all that dissimilar from “Lady Lindy”: shattering the glass ceiling for female aviators, breaking records and achieving huge national fame, before disappearing in a plane accident, with neither woman’s body being recovered.

It was a different era in which Earhart and Johnson operated: the world was still being explored, with many feats remaining to be accomplished. It was only in 1927 that the first solo trans-Atlantic flight occurred, and society was eager for similar examples of derring-do. Amy had grown up in a comfortably middle-class home in the North of England, going to university, but was unable to find a career that satisfied her. But she loved to fly, initially as a pastime, but with increasing fervour, getting her pilot’s license in 1929, and also becoming the first British woman with a ground engineer’s license. She began planning to be the first woman to fly solo from England to Australia, hoping to beat the existing record for the trip, Bert Hinkler’s 15½ days. It was a journey of 11,000 miles, despite her longest flight to this point being just a couple of hundred, from London to the family home in Hull.

The necessary financial backing proved hard to obtain, but she eventually raised the necessary funds with the help of her father, plus oil tycoon and aviation supporter Lord Wakefield, founder of the company which would became Castrol Oil. On May 5th, 1930, she took off from Croydon Airport, with little fanfare or attention. Among her equipment were a revolver, to fend off bandits, and a letter offering to pay a ransom – presumably if the revolver didn’t work. However, brigands proved not the biggest danger she’d encounter. She was forced down in the desert by a sandstorm as she approached Baghdad, with her plane stalling out twice. “I had never been so frightened in my life,” she said of the experience.

Repeated mechanical problems, many of which were caused by the repeated failure of an undercarriage strut, also threatened to derail Johnson’s attempt. But with good fortune and innovative thinking, she was able to continue. Perhaps the greatest example came in Burma, after she ripped up her wing in a rough landing, with no replacement cloth to hand. However, after the First World War, a stock of airplane fabric had been left behind, and recycled into shirts by the local women. Amy was able to re-recycle the shirts back into the necessary material to complete repairs and carry on. By now, word of her exploits was spreading, and she began to be feted on her arrival at each stop. Back in Britain, too, the papers began to report on her exploits, and got into competition for the rights to Amy’s story. The Daily Mail won, with a bid of two thousand pounds.

On May 24, she landed in the northern Australian city of Darwin. Johnson had not beaten the record, taking 19½ days for her flight, but had captured the public’s imagination and interest, in a way few women of the time managed to do. A six-week tour of Australia followed, during which she met her future husband, James Mollison, for the first time. She was equally celebrated on a slower, less arduous journey back to Britain, finally returning to Croydon on August 4. Although Johnson dutifully put up with all the banquets and speeches, she was never comfortable with her fame or the adulation, later saying, “I hated all the theatres, cinemas, first nights, and parties. It’s an unnatural and artificial life. I’m glad those days are over.”


The flight remained Amy’s defining moment, though it was far from her only, or even most successful, adventure. After marrying Mollison in 1931, she promptly broke his record for the solo flight from London to Cape Town, South Africa at just under four days and seven hours. With co-pilot C.S. Humphrey, she also set the UK-Japan mark, flying seven thousand miles in ten days. Finally, in May 1936, she reclaimed the Cape Town record, with a flight of three days, six hours and 26 minutes. But Amy simply lived to fly, regardless of the distance. The disappearance of her friend Amelia Earhart in 1937, did dampen her enthusiasm somewhat, though she found a new passion for unpowered flight, taking up gliding and appreciating the tranquility it offered.

World War II broke out in 1939, and Amy wanted to do her part. While Britain would not let women join their air force (unlike the Russians ended up allowing), they were allowed to be part of the Air Transport Auxiliary (ATA). Their duties included moving planes around the country as needed, such as from the factory to the air fields from which they would operate. Amy signed up, receiving a salary of six pounds per week. But on January 5, 1941 – two years to the day after Earhart was officially pronounced dead – Amy took her final flight. It appears she lost her way in fog, on a flight from Blackpool to Oxfordshire, and bailed out of her plane, but landed in the River Thames and drowned. Her body was never recovered, but she remains a heroic figure, representing courage, perseverance, dedication and humility in equal measure.

Below are a selection of film clips documenting her life and death, including sections of 1932 short Dual Control, which featured both Johnson and her than husband, Jim Mollison.

There have been two feature films based on Johnson’s life, made over 40 years apart, and interesting as much for their differences as anything else. Below, you’ll find reviews of both movies.

They Flew Alone

By Jim McLennan

★★½
“Puts the plain in aeroplane.”

This bio-pic of aviator Amy Johnson appeared in British cinemas a scant eighteen months after she disappeared over the River Thames. That put its release squarely in the middle of World War II, and explains its nature which, in the later stages, could certainly be called propaganda. There’s not many other ways to explain pointed lines like “Our great sailors won the freedom of the seas. And it’s up to us to win the freedom of the skies. This is first said during a speech given by Johnson in Australia, then repeated at the end, over a rousing montage of military marching and flying. I almost expected it to end with, “Do you want to know more?”

From the start, the film does a decent job of depicting Johnson (Neagle) as a likable heroine, who refuses to bow to convention – she’s first seen rebelling against the straw hat that’s part of her school uniform. We then follow her through university, though the degree apparently only qualifies her for jobs in a haberdashery or as a secretary (must have been a gender studies…). Unhappy with these dead-end occupations, she takes up flying, earning her pilot’s license and buying her own plane. It’s about here that the film really hits trouble, because director Wilson has no idea of how to convey the thrill of free flight. Endless series of newspaper headlines, ticker tapes and cheering crowds is about all we get, along with obvious rear-projection shots of Amy looking slightly concerned in the cockpit.

It’s almost a relief when the romance kicks in, represented by fellow pilot Jim Mollison (Newtron), who woos Amy while looking to set flight records of his own. Problem is, he’s a bit of a dick: quite why Amy falls for him is never clear. It’s clearly a mistake, with his drinking, womanising (or as close as they could depict in the forties!) and resentment at her greater fame and desire for independence eventually dooming the marriage – in another of those newspaper headlines. However, there is one decent sequence, when the husband and wife fly as a pair from Britain to America, largely through dense fog. This is edited nicely and, in contrast to all other flights, does generate some tension.

The bland approach includes Johnson’s final mission, depicted here as her running out of fuel while seeking somewhere to land in fog, bailing out, and drowning in the river. Cue the montage mentioned above, though the film does redeem itself with a final caption, worth repeating in full. “To all the Amy Johnsons of today, who have fought and won the battle of the straw hat – who have driven through centuries of convention – who have abandoned the slogan ‘safety first’ in their fight for freedom from fear – from want – from persecution – we dedicate this film.” It’s an honourable thought, considerably deeper and more well-executed than something which generally feels like it was rushed out, without much effort put into it.

Dir: Herbert Wilcox
Star: Anna Neagle, Robert Newton, Edward Chapman, Joan Kemp-Welch
a.k.a. Wings and the Woman

Amy

By Jim McLennan

★★★
“What rules?”

It’s interesting to compare the approach taken in this biopic of aviation heroine Amy Johnson, made in 1984, with the one over 40 years earlier (and shortly after her death) in They Flew Alone, and note the similarities and differences. Both are relatively restrained in budget. The earlier one because it was a low-cost production, made during a war; the later one because it was made for television – and the BBC at that, never a broadcaster known for its profligate spending! As a result, both are limited in terms of the spectacle they can offer, and end up opting to concentrate on Amy as a character. It’s the cheaper approach.

This benefits from a little more distance, and doesn’t need to paint an almost beatific picture of its subject for patriotic propaganda purposes. It begins with Amy (Walter) already fully grown up and seeking to raise funds for her record-setting flight to Australia, despite only a hundred hours of solo experience. Actually, 102, as she points out to a potential sponsor, also delivering the line above. when it’s pointed out she’s not even supposed to be in the hangar. The film does a somewhat better job of capturing Amy in flight, with wing-mounted camerawork that’s an improvement over the obvious rear-projection used in Alone. Yet there’s still too much reliance on newspaper headlines, to avoid having to spend money, though there is some deft use, of what’s either genuine newsreel footage or artfully re-created, sepia facsimiles.

There is a similar focus on her failed marriage to fellow aviator, Jim Mollinson (Francis, who really does not sound Scottish at all), and he doesn’t come off much better than the character did in Alone. Jim is portrayed again as a drunken womanizer, though this version plays down the idea of him becoming fed-up at being overshadowed by Johnson’s exploits. It feels like there’s a slight hint of a romantic relationship between Johnson and earlier co-pilot Jack Humphreys (Pugh). There’s also a statement that she had an operation to prevent her from having children, which I had not heard before. But it does depict Amy as quickly becoming fed up with the endless appearances required by her Daily Mail contract post-Australia flight, which seems accurate: she was happier out of the public eye.

The biggest difference between the two films is probably the way they depict her death. This… simply doesn’t. It ends instead, in a 1940 meeting with her ex-husband, while they were both ferrying planes around Britain for the Air Transport Auxiliary. Barbs are traded, and Jim seems annoyed when a fan comes up seeking Amy’s autograph and ignoring him completely. She leaves for her flight, despite being told regulations won’t let her take off due to the conditions. “What rules?” she says, before a caption details her death in 1941. It’s understated, and that’s in line with the approach taken here – perhaps too much so. While I think it is slightly better than Alone, this feels mostly due to better technical aspects. I still can’t feel either film gave me a true understanding of what she was like, or what made her tick.

Dir: Nat Crosby
Star: Harriet Walter, Clive Francis, George A. Cooper, Robert Pugh

They Flew Alone

★★½
“Puts the plain in aeroplane.”

This bio-pic of aviator Amy Johnson appeared in British cinemas a scant eighteen months after she disappeared over the River Thames. That put its release squarely in the middle of World War II, and explains its nature which, in the later stages, could certainly be called propaganda. There’s not many other ways to explain pointed lines like “Our great sailors won the freedom of the seas. And it’s up to us to win the freedom of the skies. This is first said during a speech given by Johnson in Australia, then repeated at the end, over a rousing montage of military marching and flying. I almost expected it to end with, “Do you want to know more?”

From the start, the film does a decent job of depicting Johnson (Neagle) as a likable heroine, who refuses to bow to convention – she’s first seen rebelling against the straw hat that’s part of her school uniform. We then follow her through university, though the degree apparently only qualifies her for jobs in a haberdashery or as a secretary (must have been a gender studies…). Unhappy with these dead-end occupations, she takes up flying, earning her pilot’s license and buying her own plane. It’s about here that the film really hits trouble, because director Wilson has no idea of how to convey the thrill of free flight. Endless series of newspaper headlines, ticker tapes and cheering crowds is about all we get, along with obvious rear-projection shots of Amy looking slightly concerned in the cockpit.

It’s almost a relief when the romance kicks in, represented by fellow pilot Jim Mollison (Newtron), who woos Amy while looking to set flight records of his own. Problem is, he’s a bit of a dick: quite why Amy falls for him is never clear. It’s clearly a mistake, with his drinking, womanising (or as close as they could depict in the forties!) and resentment at her greater fame and desire for independence eventually dooming the marriage – in another of those newspaper headlines. However, there is one decent sequence, when the husband and wife fly as a pair from Britain to America, largely through dense fog. This is edited nicely and, in contrast to all other flights, does generate some tension.

The bland approach includes Johnson’s final mission, depicted here as her running out of fuel while seeking somewhere to land in fog, bailing out, and drowning in the river. Cue the montage mentioned above, though the film does redeem itself with a final caption, worth repeating in full. “To all the Amy Johnsons of today, who have fought and won the battle of the straw hat – who have driven through centuries of convention – who have abandoned the slogan ‘safety first’ in their fight for freedom from fear – from want – from persecution – we dedicate this film.” It’s an honourable thought, considerably deeper and more well-executed than something which generally feels like it was rushed out, without much effort put into it.

Dir: Herbert Wilcox
Star: Anna Neagle, Robert Newton, Edward Chapman, Joan Kemp-Welch
a.k.a. Wings and the Woman