EASTER WESTERN

All those years ago, we kids would flock to Saturday Matinees in the old Astoria Cinema at Ballyhackamore. There, armed with a packet of Butterkist and a Kiora drink, we'd enjoy the latest Western.
Westerns were our favourite fare at "the pictures" and were often the main feature in a programme that would include a B-Movie, generally a low-budget, black and white, gangster film, some news bulletins and a few cartoons: well worth 6d of anybody's pocket-money.
The main feature, that we kids called "The Big Film", always seemed to end with the granite-chinned hero riding off into the sunset.
That early love of the Western has never left me but, sadly, it's rare to find examples of that genre in the cinema of today.

JERUSALEM

A man rides into town ...

he’s a good man and this used to be a good town 

but the bad guys have taken over 

and the townsfolk are weak 

so it’s a bad town now with bad problems.

The rider will change things. 

Valiantly, he’ll make a stand against hopeless odds. 

He’ll confront the bad guys, 

inspire loyalty, teach the timid townsfolk to confront evil.

You must remember, 

that the odds were hopeless from the start, 

so the bad guys triumph and the rider dies alone in the sun, 

as the townsfolk look on, helpless.

But the movie doesn’t end there.

He shows up three days later, scarred, but charismatic still,

and tells the grieving townsfolk he has to leave 

but will return one day to save them

then he rides into the sunset.