John Ford’s grandson hands the Midway flag to Mrs. Ford. (Don’t miss Duke Wayne on the right.) 1973.
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Few flicks match Stagecoach and My Darling Clementine–though one glitch in MDC was the miscast Mature, and Ford’s occasional tweaking of facts. Doc Holliday in person was a gaunt gunslinger, stoical, spoke Latin–fairly educated for the time. Fonda and Brennan still pack a punch though. Wyatt Earp wasn’t always a deputy– at times gambled, and pimped. Hardly better than the cattle rustlers, card sharpies he was fighting.
Another flick in the tradition of “old-west realism” (rather than melodrama) was Altman and Beatty’s McCabe and Mrs Miller, tho’ I doubt Ford approved (or Duke Wayne).
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