Anthony Mann and James Stewart. How can you go wrong? This revenge tale of almost shakespearian proportions, beautifully photographed in Technicolor Cinemascope, packs the kind of punch you're looking for in a western. It's not perfect (the romantic subplot seemed really forced) but it wears its flaws well. As far as Mann westerns go I think I still prefer "Man of the West" but it's a close second.
Magnificent revenge drama bordering on Greek tragedy as the vast, cinemascope new mexican landscapes unfold to reveal a complex tale of greed, and family disintegration. Mann's violence has never been so physical and the uncovering of the deceit and truth of these characters make this one of the truly great Westerns, with Jimmy Stewart giving a performance of profound honesty.
Alex Nicol is the weak link in this dark revenge Western that's anchored solely on the combination of Stewart's performance and Mann's direction. The story is solid, not following the typical outcomes you'd expect, but it's at its weakest when not focusing on Stewart. An entertaining but far from perfect final collaboration for the duo.
A gorgeous Western, whose landscapes are as wide and deep as its characters and mythic grandeur. Stewart isn't quite as wild and feral as in his other collaborations with Mann, but he's a single-minded man whose fierce individualism and righteousness crashes into a tangle of familial politics, violence and longing.
The final collaboration between Jimmy Stewart and Anthony Mann is a knockout, raising this western from just another horse opera to a drama of almost Greek proportions. Stewart is excellent in the titular role, playing a man seeking revenge for his brother's death. Mann's direction is solid, and he uses the Technicolor Cinemascope to its fullest advantage. A solid film all around.