Um Liebe, Gold und Heimat

Joel McCrea plays the man who did the daring deeds that made the Wells Fargo Company a byword for a national company, from transporting live oysters to Buffalo to California gold to Washington.

It's one of those big clunky movies that defined the A western in the 1930s, reeking of Manifest Destiny, and for a movie like that you needed Cecil B. Demille in charge, or Frank Lloyd. Here, with a a huge and sprawling cast of characters, it's held together by McCrea's scenes with his real-life wife as his character's wife. McCreaoften seemed awkward and unsettled in his roles, an aspect that was exploited brilliantly for comedy by Preston Sturges. Here he shows a tenderness and vulnerability that is surprising. Of course, we can attribute some of that to his screen lovemaking being with his wife. But Lloyd, although he was typecast as a director of epics, was far more capable than planning the big scenes, and it shows here.

And I am not sure that everything here is accurate; anyway I don't consider it as a western. I did not find it interesting at all, it is destined to film goes to fill in their knowledge in terms of films, that's all. It is mostly talk, talks, the kind of films that Republic Pictures gave us in the late forties. I prefered Frank lloyd for MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY, IF I WERE KING or RULERS OF THE SEA; after all, Frank Lloyd was a sea adventures film maker, not a western one. I prefered his LAST COMMAND, his last movie. But this one is an epic film, which tells a part of American history. As a French, Hmmm.

Since getting a channel exclusively devoted to Westerns, I've seen movies that are never seen on regular channels, like Wells Fargo.

Joel McRea, whom I'd enjoyed immensely in These Three, is impressive in a Western. He's rugged and tough, but goes beyond the stereotype, and is sensitive and understanding. He ages from his 20's to his 60's believably. The story of courier service extending out west makes me want to read more about these pioneers of exploration.

Fans of McCrea looking for a standard shoot-em-up should look elsewhere. That would be okay if the movie were as good as most McCrea westerns, but it's not. Too much time is spent trying to get Ramsay's (McCrea) love life straightened out. The trouble is this tends to crowd out the interesting other two themes— namely, opening highways to the West and action and adventure along the way.

Now, with so much going on, narrative transitions from one thread to the next become important. But, I agree with reviewer Maxwell-- this key element in the storyline is handled very clumsily. It's sometimes hard to follow developments because of muddy segues, plus a sloppy script that appears to want to do too much with too many marginal characters. On a different note, what's with IMDb listing Lloyd Nolan in the credits. If he's in the picture, I couldn't spot him, and he's not someone easy to miss. Maybe he got edited out.

On the plus side are actors McCrea, winsome wife Dee, and a fearsome Mary Nash, some good crowd scenes, and several edifying historical facts. Still, I too, was left wondering just what Wells-Fargo did as a day-to-day business, which seems an odd omission given the movie's title. Anyway, to me, the movie was a disappointment despite a bigger than average budget and an effort at historical sweep.

Though it does capture a little of the pioneering spirit of the folks travelling west, it's just too episodic and becomes even a bit dull. It gets off to a lively enough start as we meet "Ramsay" (Joel McCrae) who is bidding for a contract to shift goods from the east coast past the terminus of the railway and out into the rapidly populating wilderness. It's while he is trying to prove he can get live oysters to the table that he encounters the broken down carriage of "Justine" (Frances Dee) and her mother (Mary Nash) and so soon has a little extra romantic impetus as his career starts to expand just as quickly as his network of deliveries. Along the way he has to compete with the postal service, ambitious competitors and marauding Apache but little prepares him for the impact of the Civil War. By now he is managing the service as far as California, and it's their goldmines that are funding the Yankee army. This news isn't wasted on the Confederacy who decide that these shipments could be diverted, and this puts their travels in even more danger as well as causing consternation at home with a family who might just have Johnny-Reb sympathies. When the story focuses on the adventure elements, it works fine. McCrae holds it together well enough as the stagecoach gets chased, burned and robbed. Sadly, though, as civilisation reaches the Pacific coast it rather stupefies those action scenes and replaces them with something altogether more mediocre.