In 17 years, Vera Hruba Ralston attempted every genre there was as the studio matriarch and its unheralded diva. Musicals, westerns, fantasies, film noir, and nearing the end an above average action film about one of my old childhood favorite subjects, the logging industry. Ralston inherits a portion of one of Montana's most beautiful areas, filled with trees and greenery, yet enough for both farming, logging and retained natural habitats.
One day, corporate logger Ray Collins and rugged assistant Rod Cameron arrive, determined to get their hands on as many trees as they can chop. Collins urges Cameron to romance Ms. Ralston, which he finds easy due to her gullible, good willed nature. Collins' ambitions ride too high, but by this time, Cameron sees the beauty of the mountains and considers a change in how he'll proceed with the lovestruck Vera.
No better now than she was 15 years before this, Ralston is photographed nicely. The cameraman must have realized that one side of her face did not photograph too well. The only thing I can say is that she's far too nature to be such an innocent, supposedly playing a decade younger. The color photography isn't vivid like Technicolor, but it works better for outdoor scenes than it does for the indoor scenes. Dramatically, this B film is far more direct, fast moving and believable than some of Ralston's more complicated A films. Quite thrilling to find a thoroughbred among the dogs of Ralston's past.
One day, corporate logger Ray Collins and rugged assistant Rod Cameron arrive, determined to get their hands on as many trees as they can chop. Collins urges Cameron to romance Ms. Ralston, which he finds easy due to her gullible, good willed nature. Collins' ambitions ride too high, but by this time, Cameron sees the beauty of the mountains and considers a change in how he'll proceed with the lovestruck Vera.
No better now than she was 15 years before this, Ralston is photographed nicely. The cameraman must have realized that one side of her face did not photograph too well. The only thing I can say is that she's far too nature to be such an innocent, supposedly playing a decade younger. The color photography isn't vivid like Technicolor, but it works better for outdoor scenes than it does for the indoor scenes. Dramatically, this B film is far more direct, fast moving and believable than some of Ralston's more complicated A films. Quite thrilling to find a thoroughbred among the dogs of Ralston's past.