dir. John P. McCarthy
The 1930 Bob Steele oater The Land of Missing Men is not a particularly good movie, but it has a shockingly frank outlook on the horror of dying. Just look at those death poses! It's like a western Weegee. I've said before - the anatomical vividness of film violence in the 2000s makes the restraint of some of these early films really haunting in relief.
Thinkin' on a photoessay series studying film death. This site might get morbid for a spell.
