Le mari de l'indienne

This is the worst film that DeMille ever made ( at least those that I saw). It is boring, and simply does not work as a Western ( the Coca Cola placement came to mind). Perhaps if the scenes in England were cut and more Lupe Velez were shown I would like it better? Speaking of Lupe although she played an Indian (Naturich), she looks more gypsy then anything else, but she was much better then anyone else. Especially Warner Baxter who was better as a Mexican ( In Old Arizona) then an Englishman in this movie ( sort off like William Powell in 'The Key' does not work). Although I am no fan of this movie, it is worth watching because of Lupe Velez and because all three of his ( DeMille) movies at MGM ( Dynamite and Madam Satan are the others) are rarely shown.3 of 10 stars.

This story is a bit hard to swallow. A British noble leaves England to save the family name - his cousin, actually - who has embezzled and bankrupted the family fortune, leaving the woman he loves (who is married to the embezzler). He then turns up as a rancher in Texas (honest, I'm not making this up), takes up with an Indian girl who bears him a son. Seven years later, the embezzler dies but confesses, freeing the benighted couple to marry, she in England and he in Texas. Think you can go with it? Well, I couldn't, but the principals are so in earnest and the mood so solemn that you give it a break - a rating of six, to be exact.

I am into acting performances and this picture has many good ones; Warner Baxter (extremely in earnest), Eleanor Boardman and Roland Young (somewhat in earnest) and Lupe Velez, who really doesn't fit and, to my mind, nearly sinks the picture with a catatonic performance. She got better in the "Mexican Spitfire" series in the 40's. As I say, the preposterous plot is played with a straight face, so I gave this head-scratcher the benefit of the doubt.

It's not exactly perfect that a Mexican-American actress, Lupe Vélez, is plugged in as a Native-American in the third and final version of this film, but it's better to see her than someone like Myrna Loy (no offense Myrna, you know I adore you). And in addition to seeing a person of color in a dramatic and romantic role, the side benefit is that unlike most of her other films, Vélez's character is not some high-strung Latina who has to have a scene or two of animated screaming. Here her character is quiet, doleful, determined, strong, and caring, giving us another side of her as an actress, and her performance is at least as good as the other films I've seen her in, if not better. After being saved by a transplanted Englishman (Warner Baxter) from being assaulted in a saloon, something that would likely have led to rape, her character returns the favor with steely resolve by saving him not once but twice. Vélez has several fine scenes, one of which is when she's in front of the fireplace on a stormy night, radiating soft sensuality. Later she has a perfect reaction to her young son wanting to play with his new train set more than her traditional, handmade horse. It reflects the timeless clash of cultural assimilation, and immigrant parents with kids more drawn to the newer culture they are surrounded by may identify. In several moments throughout the film, Vélez's emotions are conveyed silently through her eyes, and they're all pretty compelling.

Unfortunately, there are also aspects of the character that are harder to like, starting with the broken English she has to speak. It may have been the reality for such a character, but here it's so slow and awkward, and not accompanied with enough other nuance that might help us see that she's just as intelligent despite not being fluent in a second language. And that's at the heart of the issue - the film puts her in a positive light, but it's in a condescending, paternalistic way. She can be attractive, strong, faithful, and a great wife and mother - but she can't be just as smart or the equal of her husband. This culminates in the film's absolute worst moment, when he decides to send their son off to England to get a better education and to have more opportunity, essentially ripping the boy from his mother over her objections. It would be too easy and simplistic to equate this to the heartless and cruel policies of the current American administration at the border, but I have to say I thought of it, and that's not exactly a selling point for the movie. As he talks about this to his friend, he mentions his wife is "primitive" and simply can't understand the British Empire, which was disgusting. It's a white man's world, and as Vélez is neither, she is two steps down in it.

At least the film shows the emotional impact this has on her (in another fine scene from Vélez), and sympathizes with the happy life she's lost in the final images. I also liked how her husband stands by her and refers to her as Mrs. Jim Wingate despite challenges from bothersome locals, and the reappearance of his old (Caucasian) flame (Eleanor Boardman). The film is actually showing us a happy interracial marriage, something that was dangerous and still illegal in many states.

Overall though, it's a little rough going because of the racism and sexism, even if they are milder forms of it, and I debated a lower rating. However, the film scored enough points with me, and exceeded the expectations that I had formed based on its awful title. If you're disenchanted early on, have patience; the only saving grace to a creaky start in England which suffers from a slow pace and poor audio quality is Boardman, who plays her earnest but conflicted role well, and is also quite pretty here. Once the action moves to the American West, Director Cecil B. DeMille tells a good story, one with inevitable conflicts for this couple, and gets some nice shots on location in Arizona. I also loved seeing Dickie Moore, who is just adorable as their son.

... courtesy of MGM. Warner Baxter stars as English gentleman Jim Wingate. He's in love with Lady Diana Kerhill (Eleanor Boardman), only Diana is the wife of Jim's cousin Henry (Paul Cavanaugh). When Henry steals some pensioner funds, and the theft is discovered, Jim gets the blame. Instead of clearing his name, he heads to the US, where he changes his name and becomes a cattle rancher out West. His problems are just beginning though, as fiendish rival rancher Cash Hawkins (Charles Bickford) wants Jim's land, and local native girl Naturich (Lupe Velez) falls in love with Jim. Will Jim return her affection and risk being called a "squaw man" by the other townsfolk?

I'm not sure why DeMille was so enamored of this story, but the audiences of the day apparently weren't, as this proved to be a costly failure at the box office. Baxter, with his pencil mustache and greasy hair, doesn't sound or act British, nor does he seem to fit in the Western setting. Velez, as pretty as ever, and getting a titillating scene where she undresses before an embarrassed Baxter, also has professional-grade movie makeup in most scenes, which is not quite the look of a poor native woman. Most of the film isn't actively awful, really, just unexceptional.

It was three and out for DeMille at MGM - the experimental sound film Dynamite, the bizarre precode musical Madam Satan, and finally back to basics with The Squaw Man. Fired from MGM, he took a cruise to decide what to do next, and went back home to Paramount for the rest of his career. He had started out there, and except for his brief stint as an independent filmmaker and then as a director at MGM, it really was his cinematic home.

An English aristocrat becomes 'THE SQUAW MAN' after leaving Britain under mysterious circumstances and marrying an Indian maiden in the American West.

At the end of the Silent Era, famed director Cecil B. DeMille signed a deal with MGM to produce three pictures over three years. For the first two--DYNAMITE (1929) and MADAM Satan (1930)--he pulled out all the stops to present lavish photoplays of New York high society, with a mine cave-in and a dirigible disaster to liven things up.

For his third film at MGM DeMille returned to his favorite story, which he'd already filmed twice before as a silent. For this talkie version he kept the story simple, without special effects or unnecessary melodrama. He also made outstanding use of filming on location in Arizona. The result is a well-made film with a poignant storyline and an emotionally gripping conclusion.

While Warner Baxter's American accent makes him rather unbelievable as an Englishman, this can be easily overlooked because of his fine performance. Steadfast & strong, he makes a sturdy hero. But acting honors go to Lupe Velez, who strips away all unnecessary technique & mannerisms to deliver an uncomplicated, heartbreaking portrayal of a primitive woman wholly devoted to the man she adores and their son. Without even trying, she completely dominates the film.

The rest of the cast also make their mark in much smaller roles: beautiful Eleanor Boardman as the titled Englishwoman Baxter loves; owlish Roland Young as Baxter's best friend; shifty Paul Cavanagh as the feckless Earl of Kerhill; and Julia Faye as a fox hunting American widow.

Out West, the cast includes angry Charles Bickford as a murderous rancher intent on grabbing Buzzards Pass from Baxter; bullying DeWitt Jennings as the corrupt sheriff of Maverick; J. Farrell MacDonald as Baxter's loyal ranch hand; and little Dickie Moore, one of the OUR GANG kids, as the lively son of Baxter & Velez. Wizened old Luke Cosgrave gives a few humorous moments as the cantankerous driver of a desert jalopy.

DeMille's sojourn at MGM was not a commercial success for the Studio. His contract wasn't extended and he returned to Paramount, where he would soon commence on some of the most popular films of his career.