Film Review - Man Of The West

 
 

    Imperishable Gary Cooper saddles up again in “Man of the West,” a rousing, suspense packed frontier drama at the Wisconsin theater.

    There’s not much left of the cast by the time the lead stops flying, but most of the fallen acquit themselves so villainously well that their departure from this mortal western vale goes unlamented.

    Lee J. Cobb is the chief scoundrel. For heart throbs, there’s Julie London, and if she’s not the best actress around, nobody can deny that she puts up one of the best fronts.

    Cooper is a reformed gun slinger, off on an innocent journey to hire a schoolteacher for his village. Miss London is a honky tonk soprano, fresh out of a job.

    Both, along with card sharp Arthur O’Connell, are stranded in the middle of nowhere after their train is held up. Cooper leads his traveling companions to what he hopes is a deserted ranch, but finds it occupied by his ex-buddies, a gang of cut-throats led by Dock Tobin (Cobb).

    Dock, over the objections of the others, insists that Cooper join them again and take part in a bank holdup. Since the alternative is a bullet in the back, Cooper agrees, meanwhile palming off Miss London as “my woman” to protect her virtue from Dock.

    Thus Cooper finds himself in an all but insoluble pickle, but one by one his captors are eliminated. It’s a spine tingling story if you like westerns---and who doesn’t when they’re good?

W.H.M

Note: --- I’m including this review primarily for the wonderfully politically incorrect turn of the phrase in paragraph three about Julie.

Austin Kearney

The Milwaukee Journal

Thursday - October 23, 1958