I tend to agree with the general reaction to The Searchers. A good western, wonderfully filmed but not Ford or Wayne’s best, but a good western. In a discussion I overheard the other night came up with a good line. “It is interesting to note that John Ford’s best western wasn’t done by Ford at all. It was Red River and it was done by Howard Hawkes.”
I think that at least part of the reason The Searchers has had the reputation as a great flim is because of the classic “quest” theme that is at its core. It goes back to the Odyssey and the search for the Holy Grail (and to a lesser extent, Beowolf) where despite all other problems, the hero goes after the object of his obsession until he achieves it. It is a classic tale and in The Searchers’ case done in an almost mythic land with the monoliths of the Canyonlands surrounding them. It even has the classic aspect of the older (wiser?) man tutoring his charge on the correct aspects of the quest. At the end of the quest - a return to reality.
As for my favorite John Wayne line in a Ford movie, it comes from Fort Apache. Henry Fonda has just arrived at the fort claiming that all the way to the fort he nad seen Apaches around and something should be done about them. Wayne responded, “If you could see 'em, they weren’t Apache’s.”
And Reno Nevada, I know that the Unforgiven is seen as a total deconstruction of the traditional western, but some of the aspects were held onto not quite lovingly perhaps, but still held on to. I mean, the hero takes on a roomful of bad guys and comes out without a scratch? And when asked about it, basically comes away with an almost Gary Cooper “Aw shucks.”
It’s what Ladd does in Shane and Wayne does in the Shootist and Stagecoach. For that matter why does Eastwood’s character go back anyway. Isn’t it the old “A man’s gotta do…?”
I hate to bring in the Wild Bunch, but is it the western that is moribund or is it people who value that code that have become moribund? Who knows** Reno**, you me, Dex, and a few others of us are like William Holden, Ernest Borgnine, et al, as we watch new cinima pass us by.
Hell, I am going to break out a William S. Hart movie and a six pack of beer and enjoy myself.