Winchester '73

_**Dynamic James Stewart Western with a noir tinge**_ The prize rifle of a drifter (James Stewart) is stolen by his nemesis (Stephen McNally), apprehended by a gun-trader (John McIntire), involved in a cavalry vs. Indian clash, winds up in the hands of a man who struggles with cowardice (Charles Drake) before being swiped by a charismatic outlaw (Dan Duryea). Meanwhile Lin McAdam (Stewart) pursues it with his faithful pardner (Millard Mitchell). While "Winchester ‘73" (1950) was shot in flat B&W, it’s a compelling action-packed Western with noir touches highlighted by the notable cast, which also includes Will Geer and Shelly Winters (when she was young, fit and voluptuous, not to mention spunky). Also look for Rock Hudson as the lead brave Young Bull and Tony Curtis as a besieged cavalry trooper. The movie throws in Dodge City, Kansas, and a surprisingly congenial, almost bumbling (and too-old) Wyatt Earp (Geer) even though it’s clear that the film was shot in southern Arizona. For instance, the saguaro cactus is native to the Sonoran Desert and not within 800 miles of Dodge City. But Tascosa, Texas, works okay within the framework of the Southwest, I guess. Basically, you have to ignore some misleading geography and a dubious Wyatt Earp to enjoy the picture. The film runs 1 hour, 32 minutes, and was shot mainly in southern Arizona with studio stuff done at Universal Studios, California, with some exterior shots of Zion National Park, Utah. GRADE: B

“I haven’t felt this naked since I last took a bath” “You must have a long memory!”. Naked? That’s because sheriff Wyatt Earp (Will Geer) won’t allow guns in his town and these men had to scarper rather suddenly after they stole a pristine Winchester rifle from it’s rightful owner. You see, “McAdam” (James Stewart) had shot a postage stamp and won the rifle in a shooting contest against “Dutch Henry” (Stephen McNally). The latter man didn’t care much for that result so had bushwhacked “McAdam” and absconded with said gun. Except, they had no other weapons nor any bullets for the one they did have. When they arrive at a trading post, they encounter the wily “Joe” (John McIntire) who is awaiting “Young Bull” (Rock Hudson) and his tribe to arrive so he can sell them some guns. He takes a shine to the Winchester and so after some drinking and card-playing ends up taking it to his meet with the warlike chief who also decides he wants it. A little like a poisoned chalice, the gun then finds it’s way into a failed raiding party where it is almost repatriated with “McAdam” but instead goes with a character who is mixed up with some ne’er-do-wells who are soon under siege by officers of the law. When their leader manages to flee a coal-oil conflagration with it and “Lola” (Shelley Winters) things finally start to look like they are going to come full circle as we also discover that “Dutch” and “McAdam” are brothers and an unforgiving denouement amidst the ragged peaks looms large. I did find the ending a bit rushed, but otherwise this is a neatly crafted collection of stories that uses the gun as a conduit for tales of marauding natives, pioneering travellers and some good old (if rather undercooked) sibling rivalry. Winters never settled for the shrinking violet roles, and there’s plenty of starch in her corset here as the plot gathers pace; McIntire exudes a bit of calculating mischief and there is even a good old circling of wagons rolled in for good measure as the on-form Stewart and J.C. Flippen’s “Sgt. Wilkes” fend off some yelling Indians. This is a western in the best tradition: well produced, scripted and played out and it again shows that Jimmy Stewart was amongst the best in this genre.