The Zachary family has managed to make a decent living from cattle ranching despite the almost constant threat of attack by the territory’s Indian population. The family patriarch was killed by Indians, leaving three sons (Ben, Cash, and Andy), their mother Matthilda, and sister Rachel who was adopted as a baby. The Zacharys are part of a fairly close-knit community of ranchers who pool their resources for protection and for marketing their cattle. Whispers begin that Rachel is in fact Indian by birth, and then a band of Indians demand she be returned to them. The Zacharys refuse, but when Indians kill a neighbor’s son who had planned to marry Rachel, their friends begin to turn on the Zacharys. Even Cash Zachary, a violent Indian hater, begins to question Rachel’s heritage. When real proof of her Indian ancestry eventually comes to light, the Zacharys are ostracized and find themselves forced to defend themselves from the Indians on their own. —DVDverdict.com
Adventure in many forms is the theme of many of John Huston’s films. His characters are constantly searching for “the stuff that dreams are made of” (the famous closing-line of his debut film The Maltese Falcon). Huston glorified this chase despite its frequent disillusionment and false promise, since it represented a flight from the complacent virtues of ordinary life. Like Ernest Hemingway and Joseph Conrad, Huston regarded civilization as a false surface which thinly veiled a hostile nature. Only those who lived at the edge, on the margins of society were regarded by Huston as fellow travellers. In films as diverse as The Treasure of Sierra Madre, The Asphalt Jungle and Under the Volcano, Huston celebrated men who circled the abyss; characters who are driven to plunge head first into the void.
The son of the great theatre and film actor Walter Huston (who would win an Oscar under his son’s direction for his role in The Treasure of Sierra Madre) and crime journalist Rhea Gore… read more
Being or not being an Indian. Pretty unrealistic storyline , poor characters, lifeless shootings in dull and gloomy landscapes, and a supposed pro-Indian message which obviously fails to reach its aim. Hepburn in one of her most unconvincing interpretation, though there are many, and Huston in one of his less inspired movies. Worth seeing for Lancaster, deeply committed to his role and really good.
In my opinion, one of John Huston's masterpieces (I know, I'm quite alone here). I like a lot how Huston describes the members of the right-thinking and honest family of the film: Zeb Rawlins is a crippled, Charlie Rawlins a retarded and Georgia Rawlins a repressed woman. Abe Kelsey's character is also haunting. A movie to be rediscovered stratum by stratum. If you dare.