Errol Flynn was a great actor and he could save useless script or poor film. THis one is nothing unusual - typical western of Civil War times, with all the impossibly trite clichés - Indians, rocks, horses, lady in love, long talks, terribly poor pavilion shots, bravura music, sped-up battles, silly faces and caricature evil men. Then, there are impossibly handsome heroes and very valiant fervent soldiers who fight and die. OK, but here the film comes too close to a comedy and even farce, and the poor play of some younger men makes it almost a joke. The real nature is very good, and this alone saves the film, as well as Flynn's delivery. The Indians are shown typically - blood-thirsty villains on horses and with no wits at all. The film is mostly slow, sometimes too languid and even boring. Battle scenes are very usual and the bad montage made them, ahem, not so sad, but rather unappropriately funny. This is only for old Hollywood fans, not any one else
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