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An abstract-looking town: no railroad, no industry, no reason for the town to be there. I picked a spot up there and we built a little town, interiors, exteriors, all together. The point is, this cast is a better representation of a western than John Wayne and Clint Eastwood flicks could ever be. From the time he attended school in Burbank, California, Chuck Hicks established a solid reputation as an all-round athlete, subsequently to become an alumnus of Loyola University (on a scholarship) where he played both football and rugby. But I digress in the western reality that tinsel town never wanted to depict, was cowboys consisted of Mexican, Black, and Native people and was run by women. And it has such a high saline content, nobody’ll put a boat in it, so you don’t have to worry about waterskiers in the background. Tall (6 ft 2'), brawny (220 pounds) American actor, stuntman and stunt coordinator, in films from 1952. Mono Lake has a weird look to it, a lot of strange colors—never looks the same way twice during the day. I was trying to find someplace on the water: I looked at Lake Powell, Pyramid Lake, and Mono Lake. Moreover, rather than taking up the job to shoot the outlaws himself, he trains the townspeople in shooting and has them paint the town red, literally. from the townsfolk, including having them paint the town red and rename it Hell. It was written for a typical, middle-of-the-desert, Monument Valley town. Clint Eastwood directs and stars in this 1973 American Western film. I wanted to get an off-look to it rather than a conventional western look. So I say, "Nope, we’re gonna go away and build this very inexpensive western town, looking sparse." So Ferris Webster and I went up to Mono Lake and did it, even did initial editing there we did final editing back in L.A. Existing somewhere between Eastwood’s early westerns. But here the Stranger’s vengeance is horrifying. If this was one of Eastwood’s Spaghetti westerns, we might be expected to cheer. Their first suggestion was that we make it on the back lot—they always do, because Universal owns the back lot. Before he rides back into the foreboding desert haze, Eastwood’s Stranger turns a quiet lakeside idyll into a living hell, the whole town splashed giallo red with bodies left to rot in its dusty streets. But it was a western, High Plains Drifter. Quote Yeah, on the second picture they left me completely alone.