Reposted from the GBU thread:
Okay ... I think one of the reasons that The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly (and Once Upon A Time In The West) appeal to me is that they recognize the "myth" of the West and don't try to frame it in any way other than that myth. Because let's face it ... the American West is a myth. Sure, it roughly corresponds to the historical reality, but starting with Buffalo Bill's Wild West shows, or even before that: Deadwood Dick and the many other dime novels that took place in the west planted the seed. The heroes and villains, Billy the Kid, Pat Garrett, Wyatt Earp, Wild Bill Hickok, Sitting Bull, Geronimo, Kit Carson, Calamity Jane, Nat Love – they’re all historical figures whose legends began either during their lifetimes or shortly after their deaths.
It had its mythic places, too -- Dodge, Deadwood, Santa Fe, Tombstone. The mountains. The deserts. The tumbleweeds. The plains that stretched from horizon to horizon.
Indeed, the "Wild West" had already become a myth even before it was fully settled, from the era of the mountain men onward.
The myth became heightened through Buffalo Bill's intervention, and later the novels of Max Brand, Zane Grey, and Louis L'Amour, not to mention hundreds of other authors writing in the western genre. Film also took up these myths with their familiar characters, familiar plots, and familiar sensibilities. The Great Train Robbery was a western.
I think, to truly understand the American ethos, the American character, one should look west, to these myths that have been told and retold for over 150 years.
But the thing is -- in spite of its mythic quality, Americans believe that this is how it really was, how it really happened. The romanticism of the west washed over the more horrific -- or banal -- reality.
Directors like Leone were not beholden to these myths, not molded by them; they did not leave an imprint on their psyche. (Karl May, a hugely popular author who wrote German novels about the American West, never even traveled there.) Thus, Leone consciously framed his movies as myth, with characters and situations that only gestured toward the historical reality, and only gestured toward place, his locales in Spain emphasizing this point. In some ways, they are the ideal westerns to me.