La rivière des massacres

A dashing cavalry officer is torn between two women causing ructions for those closest to him.

This is more of dialogue driven rather than action driven western. Unfortunately it's not a particularly interesting story which makes much of the film a bit stale. However the good looking cast, decent acting and some occasional stunning cinematography make it worth at least one viewing.

The ending was a bit strange, almost like it didn't know which way to go, sombre or happy, so it tried a bit of both. Which I kind of liked as it goes.

Overall it's not a bad film just one that's not particularly memorable.

In this routine oater, Larry (Guy Madison) and Phil (Rory Calhoun) are officers in the Army stationed at a remote fort at the edge of Indian territory. The Indian chief (Iron Eyes Cody) represents the native inhabitants near the end of their fight with the white man; therefore, the fort and nearby town of Jackson are populated by mostly settlers and other civilians. Larry is engaged to Kitty (Cathy Downs), the daughter of the fort commander, and Kitty's brother Randy is the mild comedy relief. Although the film's poster promises some violent Army-Indian clashes, there is only one mildly good battle scene and a skirmish near the finale. The bulk of the movie is a leaden soap opera concerned with how Larry jilts Kitty after he falls in love with the hardened co-owner of Jackson's saloon (Carole Matthews). This sets both Phil and Randy against Larry. The divisions this causes leads the death and tragedy in a "character-driven" western which, despite good performances from Madison and Matthews, strains to make us believe that their characters have any sort of believable future together.

I know nothing about Director John Rawlins but he certainly should have avoided the pitfalls of a script that keeps trying to surprise but just seems contrived, what with all the contradictory directions that love relations keep taking.

Incredibly beautiful Carole Matthews plays a hardened saloon lady and her chemistry with Guy Madison is very convincing. She is the proverbial heart of gold saloon lady until she kills to save the man she loves... and, of course, back in 1949 there was a price to pay for killers.

Good friends and army officers Madison and Calhoun share a playful relationship until they fall in love with the same woman, who has to say no to one, only to see the other fall for the above mentioned saloon lady. Sadly, these characters are too fast for typical late 19th century characters and they keep ditching and trading partners with undergarment-changing frequency, which may initially raise the tempo and threat of some thorny situations, but not even very good B&W photography and engaging action and acting save the film from its shifty script.

Still, it is watchable. 6/10.

After having watched ' Till the End of Time ' ( a masterpiece of film making in my opinion ) I was intrigued by Guy Madison's supposedly ' wooden ' acting, and his visual beauty, to take my chances with ' Massacre River ' and found that he really could act given the chance with complex emotional subject matter. He did so later in the underrated ' Hilda Crane. ' Enough has been said about the subject matter of ' Massacre River ' ( a title unworthy of the content ) except to add that this is a mixed genre film; Film Noir in the West, ambiguous love stories and traditional Western subject matter thrown in. The love stories include a bromance between Rory Calhoun and Guy Madison and Madison's immature passion for two women played by Cathy Downs as the ' good girl ' and the excellent Carole Matthews playing the dubious saloon owner. Thrown into this cauldron of desires is the innocent brother of Cathy Downs with the unfortunate name of Randy played very well by Johnny Sands ( an actor who should have been a star. ) Filmed in black and white, which enhances the Noir feeling, the scenario races along to its ending, and broken hearts are quite literally broken. Made in 1949 it paved the way for the more complex Westerns of the 1950's and should be seen more often than it is. Its low budget adds a grubby feel, appropriate to the content, and despite a certain amount of uncertainty of direction it is rewarding to watch. Plus the factor of it being perfectly cast. I can think of two others who broke the Western mould and they too approached borderline territory; ' Night of the Hunter ' and ' The Fiend Who Walked the West. ' Needless to say they were misunderstood.

Massacre River is a cavalry story, but don't expect John Ford's cavalry here. The story concerns a pair of army lieutenants Guy Madison and Rory Calhoun, both who are courting the commanding officer's daughter Cathy Downs. Her brother Johnny Sands is a shavetail from West Point and he's friends with both.

Downs kinda sorta favors Madison but then saloon girl Carole Mathews arrives in town and she takes over half of the town saloon from Steve Brodie. When Madison starts showing an interest in Mathews all the drama ensues.

A couple of brief skirmishes with some Indians who have not respected treaty boundaries, one of them at the end of the film are the action. Monogram Studios believe it or not splurged on some location money for this film. And then wouldn't go for color. Seems a waste.

And this rather trite soap opera wasn't meant for the wide open spaces. Except at the climax.