Extraordinarily brilliant Western This is a very difficult film to write about, and I have hesitated to do so for some time. But I've now seen it for the fifth (maybe sixth) time, and feel obliged to sing its praises, for it has entertained, even fascinated me each time. It seems, on first viewing, to be a Western like many others: neither the main theme (the beginning of the range wars, brought on by the enclosure of grazing land) nor the main characters (a compendium of Western types), nor the romantic conflict or the younger man mentoring the older man theme are unique. But the interweaving of these themes with the deeply conflicted title character is so seamless and subtle that each one seems to reflect light on the others in a very satisfying way. What is most evident on first viewing is the extreme physical vitality of the playing. Kirk Douglas, for my money, has never been more appealing -- not, in fact, the first word that comes to mind with this very intense actor -- and intense he is here, but also richly comic. In fact, with his intensity, the comedy is often almost nearly that of a burlesque comic (NOT an insult, in my book! -- think of Bert Lahr or Phil Silvers, for two of the best examples). His reaction, for example, on seeing young cowpoke William Campbell "duded up" for the first time, or his dipping his comb in a goldfish bowl to dude up for Jeanne Crain. Nor is Douglas the only wildly vital player. Claire Trevor (in a rather small role, though third billed above the title) is magnificently stagy and yet thoroughly inhabiting her role as a good-hearted madam; Jay C. Flippen really excellent as a ranch foreman, particularly good in a deadpan scene with Douglas, eating dinner while outside, unseen, Campbell and Sheb Wooley are kicking the bejesus out of one another; and, most importantly, Campbell himself (first-featured, but in what is close to a co-starring role with Douglas), very believably callow and quite endearing. On later viewings, what is most remarkable is the fluidity of the characterization of Dempsey (Douglas), who is strongly opposed to barbed wire (i.e. the enclosing of the common herding land), but, faced with Crain's ruthless grabbing of the land (with 30,000 head!) realizes that there is no other way to stop this robber baron. In the end, he has been helpful enough to the small ranchers that they offer him his own herd, and land on which to graze it. His reaction to this is poignant and true to himself: "I just don't like barbed wire." And off he goes, further north, from Wyoming, maybe, who knows?, as far as Canada. For a long time, I was not convinced by Jeanne Crain as, essentially, the film's villain. She is lovely in nice girl roles ("A Letter to Three Wives," "Centennial Summer," "Leave Her to Heaven," being three of her most charming parts), but in this she is meant to be hard and cold -- a real stretch for her. But Vidor has her play the part in a very stylized way, and ultimately I find that her stiff slinkiness is just about right for this part: she is meant to be the embodiment not of evil but, less judgmentally, of someone in mortal conflict with the welfare of the world and society that surrounds her. Interestingly, once Douglas has realized what she is (after she has bedded him simply to get what she wants), she disappears completely from the film. She doesn't even get killed -- she's just gone. A terribly interesting film, and one that bears easily many viewings. I'm glad to read that TMC is showing it with some frequency. I saw it first in Paris (several times during a short revival run) and have been lucky enough to acquire the French DVD. It's very curious that Universal has not seen fit to release this in the U.S. Certainly it's one of their best pictures, and Douglas is certainly a big enough star. But apparently no executive there has developed the necessary enthusiasm to get it released. Too bad. Once again, Europe is ahead of the U.S. in appreciation of our own cultural heritage. May I also put in a vote for another great Vidor picture, "Beyond the Forest," the Bette Davis picture that ended her years at Warner's. Oddly enough, Vidor in interviews has little respect for either of these pictures, but I find him at his very best in these "little" pictures (others being "Stella Dallas" and "The Champ"), where his "big themes" come to the fore from a distance, rather than being foregrounded (as in "The Fountainhead" or "Ruby Gentry").