A very mass-cult apology for very mass-cult sins, so a cynic can easily cry "too little, too late"—Ricardo Montalbon doesn't do shit to correct a century of cowboys-vs.-indians fantasies, particularly not when Ford is so easily distracted by more Wyatt Earp. Yet there is something appealingly serene in his optimistic, quasi-historical image of America. What was that Wilco line? "My lies are always wishes"?
an epic revisionist western by john ford with some thrilling moments as well as some not so good ones. overall, it is actually quite interesting, although "The Searchers" is far much better. the color of the film is really amazing, though.
John Ford tries to repair some of his one-note portrayals of Native Americans in his last production giving them a sympathetic role this time, but the film is long like a funeral march as if it was meant to drag for his final western. The anti-climatic ending also don't help. A humorous intermission segment is so good it is worth a look on it's own.