When respected film people like Martin Scorsese and Jonathan Rosenbaum recommend a film for your consideration, you naturally welcome the opportunity to view it. (In my case, I'd bought this film as part of a package of 4 Westerns, a few years back and having filed it away at the back of the shelf, hadn't happened to notice it, in the meantime.)
The opening shots were familiar enough, and reassuring, but when too much of dialogue followed - much of it too literal and atypical for a Western - I began to fear the worst. Dana Andrews' character being assaulted in his hotel bedroom, under cover of darkness, raised my expectations somewhat, but I gradually got to appreciate why this film has been so infrequently mentioned.
I think other reviewers' comparisons with 'Drums along The Mohawk' are appropriate: doubly so, as that's one of my least-favourite of the 'name' Fords. Perhaps even more than with the Ford, for too much of this film's running length I felt I was being beaten over the head with a history book, and was being shown how it was for those first settlers, confronted by 'savages': being shown,too, how necessary compromises had to be made, to adapt, and at how justice was meted out in those rough-hewn, uncivilised territories (as if I wasn't convinced enough, the barely recognisable Ward Bond - who stole what movie there was to be stolen - was near-savage himself, perhaps for having lived too close for too long with them.) And too many of the characters had 'important' and 'weighty' dialogue to get off their chest. But there were too many scenes that jarred, too: was I really going to believe that a man newly-convicted of murder would be left unguarded, facilitating his friend's setting him free, while those who had imprisoned him were conveniently otherwise occupied; that a young bride, seemingly out of her mind after her home was ransacked by 'savages', should immediately afterwards choose to remain among them, when presented with what seemed an infinitely more attractive option.
Hoagy Carmichael's singing - if not his presence- was a highlight, particularly his rendition of 'Ol' Buttermilk Sky', but I just hated his pseudo-Fool wry commentator. The device worked brilliantly in Shakespeare's 'King Lear', in Kurosawa's 'The Hidden Fortress', and, yes, even 'Star Wars', but just jarred here, so much so that I felt like reaching in and smacking him in the mouth, every time he popped up. Perhaps it didn't help especially, here, for him having to depend on a slovenly low-to-the-ground donkey as his means of transportation: definitely not recommended when you need to escape the clutches of bloodthirsty savages. (I don't even want to consider it, in allegory terms.) Yes, the film looks great, but are you saying you watch Westerns for their beautiful vistas.
Jacques Tourneur directed arguably my all-time favourite film noir, 'Out Of the Past'; he was no slouch in the horror film stakes, either. I keep reading all these claims for him as a Western director; if this really is the best of them, I'll pass, next time. Of course, maybe he was just unlucky with the script.
The opening shots were familiar enough, and reassuring, but when too much of dialogue followed - much of it too literal and atypical for a Western - I began to fear the worst. Dana Andrews' character being assaulted in his hotel bedroom, under cover of darkness, raised my expectations somewhat, but I gradually got to appreciate why this film has been so infrequently mentioned.
I think other reviewers' comparisons with 'Drums along The Mohawk' are appropriate: doubly so, as that's one of my least-favourite of the 'name' Fords. Perhaps even more than with the Ford, for too much of this film's running length I felt I was being beaten over the head with a history book, and was being shown how it was for those first settlers, confronted by 'savages': being shown,too, how necessary compromises had to be made, to adapt, and at how justice was meted out in those rough-hewn, uncivilised territories (as if I wasn't convinced enough, the barely recognisable Ward Bond - who stole what movie there was to be stolen - was near-savage himself, perhaps for having lived too close for too long with them.) And too many of the characters had 'important' and 'weighty' dialogue to get off their chest. But there were too many scenes that jarred, too: was I really going to believe that a man newly-convicted of murder would be left unguarded, facilitating his friend's setting him free, while those who had imprisoned him were conveniently otherwise occupied; that a young bride, seemingly out of her mind after her home was ransacked by 'savages', should immediately afterwards choose to remain among them, when presented with what seemed an infinitely more attractive option.
Hoagy Carmichael's singing - if not his presence- was a highlight, particularly his rendition of 'Ol' Buttermilk Sky', but I just hated his pseudo-Fool wry commentator. The device worked brilliantly in Shakespeare's 'King Lear', in Kurosawa's 'The Hidden Fortress', and, yes, even 'Star Wars', but just jarred here, so much so that I felt like reaching in and smacking him in the mouth, every time he popped up. Perhaps it didn't help especially, here, for him having to depend on a slovenly low-to-the-ground donkey as his means of transportation: definitely not recommended when you need to escape the clutches of bloodthirsty savages. (I don't even want to consider it, in allegory terms.) Yes, the film looks great, but are you saying you watch Westerns for their beautiful vistas.
Jacques Tourneur directed arguably my all-time favourite film noir, 'Out Of the Past'; he was no slouch in the horror film stakes, either. I keep reading all these claims for him as a Western director; if this really is the best of them, I'll pass, next time. Of course, maybe he was just unlucky with the script.
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