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.