I find this film entrancing. Smoke rising. The desert at night. Clouds at midnight. This new (to us) version is quieter, less score. I would love to be out there on that porch, tilting my chair back, waiting for the stage to come in. Beautiful transfer on the DVD, I found myself struck, moved by frame after frame. The sound of a single horse across monument valley, the fury of Doc Holiday's stage coach tearing through the landscape. A lamp-lit bar and a woman moaning under the knife, like a dying ember. Three figures stepping out like giants into the landscape. Robert Ryan seated in the wind and dust at the end of the Wild Bunch, it all comes from here. There is so much to learn from this film.
Review of My Darling Clementine
