The 1950's was a Decade that Promoted Conservative Consistency.
Resisting Change and Attacking Bold, Over-Imaginative Progress (unless you consider giving the Native-Americans a fair shake) and Held-Tight on the Status-Quo.
Bland was OK and was Considered Inoffensive and Unchallenging.
"White Feather", Over-Produced to a Fault, Eliminating the Edgy in Favor of a Format of Pristine Sterility.
Beautiful Images are a Requisite for Picture-Postcards, but Motion-Pictures Require More than Pleasing Eye-Candy.
Beneath the Pristine, Technicolor Display is a Story Told with as Little Action as Possible.
Telling its Tale with Conversations Replacing Physical Confrontations.
This is a Western...A Western About the Indian-Wars.
Holding Back the Inevitable Battles on the Plains while Substituting Run-Time for Inter-Racial Romance and Philosophical Discussions.
The Movie Drags, Distilled of Visceral Action, Replaced with Verbiage.
It Creaks Along Showcasing Wonderful Wide-Screen Sprawl and Vivid Color.
But, Overall its Dull as Dirt. Told with as Little Physicality as Possible.
The Handsome Cheyenne Lead Warriors are Forever Posing, while the Extra-Indians Loudly Whoop-It-Up Regularly, in Case the Audience is Asleep.
Lacking Any Meaningful Substance of Importance, the Film Fits Right In to the Political Philosophy of its Time.
Bur in the End the Anemic Film is a Bloodless, Empty, Bore that Looks Beautiful.
Resisting Change and Attacking Bold, Over-Imaginative Progress (unless you consider giving the Native-Americans a fair shake) and Held-Tight on the Status-Quo.
Bland was OK and was Considered Inoffensive and Unchallenging.
"White Feather", Over-Produced to a Fault, Eliminating the Edgy in Favor of a Format of Pristine Sterility.
Beautiful Images are a Requisite for Picture-Postcards, but Motion-Pictures Require More than Pleasing Eye-Candy.
Beneath the Pristine, Technicolor Display is a Story Told with as Little Action as Possible.
Telling its Tale with Conversations Replacing Physical Confrontations.
This is a Western...A Western About the Indian-Wars.
Holding Back the Inevitable Battles on the Plains while Substituting Run-Time for Inter-Racial Romance and Philosophical Discussions.
The Movie Drags, Distilled of Visceral Action, Replaced with Verbiage.
It Creaks Along Showcasing Wonderful Wide-Screen Sprawl and Vivid Color.
But, Overall its Dull as Dirt. Told with as Little Physicality as Possible.
The Handsome Cheyenne Lead Warriors are Forever Posing, while the Extra-Indians Loudly Whoop-It-Up Regularly, in Case the Audience is Asleep.
Lacking Any Meaningful Substance of Importance, the Film Fits Right In to the Political Philosophy of its Time.
Bur in the End the Anemic Film is a Bloodless, Empty, Bore that Looks Beautiful.