A slow boil of masculine volatility, the building anticipation subverted by homosexual tension. The world in which it's set is realized wonderfully, a dangerous and complex web of competing loyalties perpetually drenched in warm Technicolor. It's just plotted, acted, and shot so well that the two-and-a-half hour runtime is no sweat.
No wonder this was Robin Wood's favorite movie; the subversive sexual tension between Wayne, Martin and Nelson is off the charts, not to mention the smoldering sexuality Angie Dickinson projects. But besides its fascinating subtext (I'm not even sure it's sub-anything, given how bold Hawks' dialogue is), this is a gripping and entertaining western with great Technicolor photography and a nice score.
Character driven western that paces itself well. Engaging film that can be once again thanked by the cast. Howard Hanks of course deserves credit too. Such a variety of characters yet all of them are explored in what is a unique film.
It's certainly charming and good fun throughout, and I loved Angie Dickinson here who brought a nicely handled sexual tension to the love plot (though Wayne's reaction seems odd - for pity's sake man, she's beautiful and throwing herself at you, don't just push her away!) and most of the scenes are executed just as well as you could possibly ask for, though it all just rings of that whole invincible sheriff up against the doomed baddies thing. Also Walter Brennan really annoyed me.
I'm pretty sure I spoiled any potential appeal of John Wayne by watching most of Eastwood's westerns already. From what little I've seen there's no charisma whatsoever, surprising for such an icon. The singing scene was great though.
I'm not a big fan of westerns from this period, but I find this one pretty enjoyable. To me, a cast of John Wayne, Dean Martin & Ricky Nelson is not cause for optimism but Hawks makes it all work -- Wayne's performance seems more relaxed and his character more credible than usual; Nelson turns a rather wooden performance into a real asset, and even the Martin/Nelson vanity musical interlude is a high point.
Asking for help is for pussies; help will just gracefully present itself to you. And you probably won't even need it anyway since your problems will be easily overcome, much like the innocuous bad guys of Rio Bravo. The heroes are too strong and the villains too weak. Hawks' vision, Dean Martin, and his character all make it a worthwhile experience though. Angie Dickinson's face looks like one of those objectively perfect computer generated ones.