Watched: 03/13/2024
Format: Criterion
Viewing: First
Director: Raoul Walsh
Selection: me
I had a brief, brief moment at the start of this film where I wondered if Larry McMurtry hadn't seen this film and decided to borrow from it. And... maybe, but unlikely.
This is kitchen sink western, with the wilds of the northern west, the frontierish town of San Antonio, cattle drives, hostile Sioux, weather, and one woman.
The basic gist is that the Allison brothers, played by Clark Gable and Cameron Mitchell, have gone northwest since the end of the Civil War, where they fought for the South in Quantrill's Raiders (look it up, and it is a choice). After the war, they've decided to turn outlaw (really trying to not to editorialize historically here) and gone to Montana.
Seeing what appears to be an easy mark in Robert Ryan and his moneybelt, they stick him up, only to find he has nothing but $100's, which would draw too much attention. They strike a deal that Clark Gable will drive Ryan's cattle from San Antonio to Montana and they'll split the proceeds.
On the way to San Antonio, they meet Jane Russell, who is travelling west to seek her fortune in California. Eventually Gable and Russell wind up sort of falling for each other until it becomes clear their ideas of what life should be like don't jive. In San Antonio, she falls in with Ryan and his money.
Together, they head to Montana with the cattle.
Like a lot of these epic westerns, it's hard to say if this is an action-comedy-musical or what it is, exactly. It's a fascinating period where a setting and period could open the door for a movie to wear a lot of genre hats under the banner of "Western".
There's the genuine issue of Cameron Mitchell's characters' blood lust when he's drunk, and he's an alcoholic. The challenge of moving cattle from Texas to Montana, through Kansas and then through Sioux territory. And the utterly open question of why on earth Jane Russell went on the cattle drive with them back to Montana.
There's parts of this movie I liked quite a bit. I also find the movie a fascinating time capsule of a film that is a-ok with having it's heroes being not just former Confederates and their lost cause, but Quantrill's Raiders, who were notoriously awful people. I won't comment much on the way the Sioux are depicted, because it's about what you'd expect, only marginally worse, maybe? We have no actual Native American characters that are even seen in close-up. And of course Hispanics are depicted as friendly and gregarious and existing to serve alpha male white dudes.
The gender politics are wildly all over the place, with Russell an independent woman, and that's what the men like, but then still applying mid-50's POV to her - even after it falls flat. But Russell is almost a cartoon throughout the movie, and we know she can play it serious, so it's a little odd. She's also 20 years younger than Gable here, who is starting to show his age a bit and clearly playing a guy a decade or more younger.
In general, I like the cattle drive idea, and that it's staffed with vaqueros out of San Antonio, which has a nice historical realism to it. And the drive footage is kind of beautiful. And the overall plot of the film still basically works. I just think there's a better film in here somewhere, and maybe I should just watch or re-read Lonesome Dove. There is a whole sequence at the end I'd be curious how it got filmed, because it's people in the middle of a stampede, which seems... terrifying?
