Blutiger Staub

We all project ourselves into the books we read and films we see, so the more closer to our lives the entertainment vehicle is, the greater the experience and enjoyment. So I suppose this film would have just been another oater for me but for that one small detail.

The Outriders was a typical late '40s western movie, so the only reason I decided to watch it was that I like Joel McRea. Otherwise I might have passed on this 55 year old sage brush saga. But once it started, the female lead, Arlene Dahl, caught my eye.

Ms. Dahl could have been just another late 1940s blonde, blue eyed movie star in another late 1940s oater except for two things. first, she looked uncannily like my high school sweetheart (I know, everyone has an old high school sweetheart-go watch American Graffiti) but she really did look like her. And secondly, she spoke softly and moved, glided across the stage, just like *** did.

Then the story line somewhat mirrored the relationship we had. A tough and dangerous outlaw meets a sweet, honest and stunning beauty. I let myself slip into the fantasy of this movie figuring it would be a nice bit of nostalgic escapism. but then came the dance scene during the wagon train's stop on its overland journey.

Head honcho Will Owens (McRea) tells Jen Gort (Ms. Dahl) to stay in the wagon to avoid getting the trail hands stirred up, but when the men break out fiddles and guitars and start singing around the camp fire, she comes out, dressed to the nines with her dancing shoes. Jen glides effortlessly across the camera's view and dances with all the men, politely and dignified, yet strikingly alluring and all woman.

But what touched me was when she told Will Owens "you wanted me the most". No modern day tawdriness; nor erotic film scene with naked, sweating bodies could convey the message any clearer than her voice, her eyes and those words. It took me back.

This film may just be another fast paced western to most, but to me it is **** and me. I miss her.

Turner Classic Movies rebroadcast "The Outriders" on May 21, 2005, with some improvements. TCM added closed captions and also seems to have transferred the film to a high definition master, so that the Technicolor looks very smooth. The lack of film grain has a down side during some scenes when print damage is apparent, such as the scratches on the film negative that show up in a few scenes, scratches that are more jarring due to how good most of the print looks. This Western stands head and shoulders over most Westerns released in the past 20 years. Just look at the supporting actors: James Whitmore, Barry Sullivan, Ramon Novarro and, of course, Jeff Corey as the very reasonable, psychopathic Southern raider Keeley. In 1950, MGM still had the production staff and budgets to make its movies look great. The matte effects by Arnold Gillespie at the start, showing old Santa Fe, are as well done as any today. During action scenes, MGM did not skimp on stunt extras. There is one scene near the start, as Joel McCrea and the three other riders with him are riding on top of a ridge, the sun setting behind them. Even if the director lifted the look of the scene from a similar scene in the black and white Winchester '73, this Technicolor scene, only a few seconds long, must have been tough to get right. That attention to quality is consistent throughout this movie. "The Outriders" is an example of what the old Hollywood studios did best: turning out technically well made, interesting movies by the dozens each year. In my minority view, newer popular Westerns such as "Silverado" and "The Unforgiven" don't hold a candle to "The Outriders."

Joel McCrea was no more the romantic lead of "Colorado's territory" which was made the year before.At the beginning of the movie he is a bearded man and seems much older than the year before ."The outriders" is a routine western,but an entertaining one,with at least two very good scenes:Arlene Dahl's young brother-in-law ,on guard,afraid of everything,and seeing Indians everywhere ,this very short sequence packs a real wallop; and the scene of the river which almost compares favorably with that of Vidor's "northwest passage".Although the plot is much predictable -with gorgeous Dahl,it could not be any other way-,the plot retains suspense and the colors are fine.

Joel McCrea did another western with a similar premise to The Outriders for Warner Brothers in South of St. Louis. That was three partners in a cattle ranch who all went their separate ways as a result of the Civil War.

Here to the premise is three men who also go their separate ways as a result of the Civil War. Here the shared experience is prison camp. Joel McCrea, Barry Sullivan, and James Whitmore are Confederate prisoners who escape in early 1865. In effecting their escape they fall into the hands of a rebel guerrilla leader played by Jeff Corey.

Being guerrillas these guys don't play by the rules. The trio either goes west to Santa Fe to act as Judas goats and lead a gold train into ambush or die right there. Even the always honorable Joel McCrea sees he has no options here.

The rest of the story is how the conflicts internal and external are resolved and how the three escaped prisoners decide what course they have to take. Oh, and Joel McCrea meets up with Arlene Dahl and she kind of helps him along in the decision process.

The movies never had a more honorable or stalwart hero than Joel McCrea. And if you've seen any of his films, fans will know that whatever he does it will be the honorable thing. It's a tribute to McCrea that if he insisted on always being the stalwart hero, he had the talent and personality to carry it off.

It's familiar ground for Joel McCrea, but western fans will like the story and the gorgeous technicolor photography that captures it.

The Outriders fulfills its genre with minimal expense but maximal outcome. Only a few brief frames appear spectacular, and many of the pleasures are among the overlooked qualities of the mid-20c Western: laconic dialog, complex plotting, psychological challenges, friendships and honor tested. The budget and production values are always restrained, but the strength of the studio system shows in excellent lighting and color plus a number of realistic outdoor scenes blending finely with studio effects. Other reviewers noted the convincing mattes of Santa Fe, but I felt almost intoxicated by the deep blue sky-backdrop to the camping scene that turns from a comic riot to a dance of love.

The other virtue of the studio system is the stable of professional actors who perform their roles not to steal scenes but in service of the plot. Joel McCrea may excel even Randolph Scott in saying the most with the least words while never ever lying--the Western-hero actors of their generation internalized completely the cowboy as a latter-day knight, and the alchemy of script and star is fascinating. Arlene Dahl may be even more economical with her speech than McCrea. In the central dance scene she speaks not a word until a critical moment, then agrees to dance with McCrea only if he bows to put fresh shoes on her feet. The scene is all about sex, but the actors, the script, the direction, and the genre completely control the sexuality's expression.

In the supporting ranks James Whitmore, not yet 30, is convincing as an old-coot warrior-sidekick with kidney trouble, while Ramon Navarro--a former sex symbol entering his 50s--plays a Mexican padrone who's still got chops. Barry Sullivan and Jeff Corey remain menacing even when they're acting cooperative. Claude Jarman, Jr. is always worth watching but the director or editor seemed to forget he was in the movie.

I couldn't stop watching, but the less-enthusiastic reviewers have a point. The film fulfills its genre so professionally that it never falls below a certain level. But those same qualities make its most beautiful moments somewhat understated, like something even better might once have been imagined but for now they need to finish a movie.