John Ford officially triumphed in several screen genres but not for his many westerns. He won an Academy Award four times but never for a western.
His ageless classic Stagecoach was nominated in the 1940 sweepstakes but something titled Gone With The Wind got in the way.
So much for such now lionized Ford oaters — 1956’s The Searchers, 1962’s The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, 1948’s Fort Apache, 1949’s She Wore A Yellow Ribbon and 1946’s My Darling Clementine — that rank among the best of the director’s total out put of some 35 westerns dating from the silent era to the 1960’s.
We can debate why this general situation was so. We suspect official Academy Award members condescended to westerns as strictly commercial entertainment, designed for the masses. Certainly not the stuff of Oscar-worthy art Hollywood style.
By the late classic studio period, in the Fifties and Sixties, this perception changed. Westerns were dolled up with bigger budgets, wide-screen presentations and such doo-hickies as overtures and entr’acts (intermissions). All these were mounted, of course, with box office ambitions. Casts were large and stars were plentiful. Ford himself participated in one such exercise via 1962’s How The West Was Won, which boasted a top line of John Wayne, James Stewart, Gregory Peck and Henry Fonda.
Which brings us to 1964’s Cheyenne Autumn, Ford’s farewell western. (The director died nine years after the movie’s release at the age of 79.)
It tells the story, set in the late 1870’s, of the Cheyenne Indian tribe’s grueling journey from a bleak outpost in Oklahoma, where they had been warehoused by the Federal government for more than a year, to ancestral hunting grounds in Wyoming. Thanks to a string of broken government promises, the frustrated Cheyenne made the journey without adequate food and supplies. As a result about 70% of the tribe was wiped out by the end of the trek.
Ford presents the government’s mishandling vividly, unstinting in depictions of the abuse heaped on the Native Americans by Federal cavalry troops. Richard Widmark plays a heroic Cavalry captain repulsed by what he witnesses. Carroll Baker plays a virtuous Quaker schoolteacher. Edward G. Robinson is a maverick good guy as Secretary of the Interior. Karl Malden is on hand as a duty-bound military man who follows orders no matter the consequences.
What would have a tough time passing muster in today’s politically correct Hollywood, various actors play Cheyenne tribesmen: Sal Mineo is a troublemaking Indian roustabout who takes his shirt off often; Dolores de Rio is a Cheyenne wisewoman; and Riccardo Montalban is a tribe leader. (Word is that Mineo was deprived dialogue in the picture because Ford loathed his Bronx accent.) That’s Ford below.
It should be said that the story here is not paramount.
Ford takes many liberties including a long cinematic non-sequitur which has James Stewart showing up as Wyatt Earp playing poker with Doc Holliday (Arthur Kennedy) and a top-hatted John Carradine. The digression is amusingly light hearted but contrasts awkwardly to the grueling parallel story being told.
What makes Cheyenne Autumn is its visual splendor. The picture looks beautiful, scene after scene. It was largely shot, not surprisingly, in Ford’s favorite grounds in Monument Valley bordering on the Arizona-Colorado border. Rarely has natural setting been caught onscreen with such vigor.
If one is looking for an informal tutorial on what made Ford a master of pictorial composition and framing, one should turn to Cheyenne Autumn. It’s not great Ford but it is very, very good — and that’s a lot.
CHEYENNE AUTUMN was really the Winter of John Ford’s outstanding career… And it was not a subject that he was best suited for.
In the hands of younger directors like Delmer (BROKEN ARROW) Daves or Ralph SOLDIER BLUE Nelson, it could of been something.
But for someone like John Ford who made his reputation romanticising the West with “printing the legend” over the facts, the sad inhumane plight of the Indians was not a subject that audiences were looking for just after the assassination of JFK and the beginning of the Vietnam War…
And adding, what was basically a comedy interlude with James Stewart playing Wyatt Earp, only made matters worse.
It seems the idea for making the film came from star Richard Widmark, who years earlier had researched it. Ford had turned it down back then, but of course changed his mind later to his regret.
To put all this in perspective, on the very day of JFK’s demise…
In HOLLYWOOD, Disney was shooting the Chim Chim Cher-ree number for MARY POPPINS; Warner Brothers the funeral scene for the Rat Pack movie ROBIN AND THE SEVEN HOODS; and John Ford shot the final duel between Little Wolf and Red Shirt in Utah.
Certainly, CHEYENNE AUTUMN has its moments…
This past May I ventured to Monument Valley and visited many of the very spots where this, and the other Ford westerns like THE SEARCHERS, FORT APACHE, SHE WORE A YELLOW RIBBON, MY DARLING CLEMENTINE, SERGEANT RUTLEDGE and STAGECOACH were shot. The above photo scene with the Totem Pole rocks, looks exactly the same today as it did then, as too are all the other iconic mesa and butte locales in John Ford country.
THE SEARCHERS without doubt is John Ford’s western masterpiece, with the glowing widescreen photography of Winton Hoch.
It’s interesting to note that 1964, was also the last western and the very last movie of fellow director Raoul Walsh, with A DISTANT TRUMPET. A great action picture, but a weak story and bad casting.
As the guys so rightly said “What makes Cheyenne Autumn is its visual splendor. The picture looks beautiful, scene after scene.”
But style over substance doesn’t make for great movies. And that ‘substance’ has to contain the right script and the right casting, as a great director is not enough on its own!