Tulsa

No need to repeat the plot. Darn few actresses can dominate a "man's picture" like Tulsa the way Susan Hayward does. What an exceptional combination of beauty and boldness she was. The production values of this non-studio project are unusually well targeted. Without them, the movie would be little more than a good programmer instead of the sleeper it is. Credit those values (special effects, location shooting, etc.) to producer Walter Wanger, who proved he had an eye for quality material, both big budget and small, e.g. Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956). Credit too, under-rated director Stuart Heisler with a sense of pacing and an ability to redeem difficult material with intelligent touches, e.g. Beachhead (1954), Storm Warning (1951), etc.

I especially like the nightmare montage of Redbird's (Armendariz) after he's set fire to the wells. Up to that point, the derricks have been portrayed as stately umbilical cords of wealth and progress, the life's blood of the city and state. So it's a surprise to see them suddenly depicted as hulking black monsters threatening everything around them. Contrast that dark depiction with the uncritically sunny, yet thematically similar, mega-hit Giant (1956). It doesn't take much extrapolation to update Redbird's vision to the oil-based crisis of today; at the same time, the values that evolve among the movie's characters show a surprising sensitivity to the need for a sustainable environment.

I also like the way Indian Charlie Lightfoot (Yowlatchie) is shown as excelling at white man ways by becoming a shrewd businessman. Too often Hollywood portrayed Indians at extremes, either as bloodthirsty savages or as noble primitives, but rarely as 3-dimensional human beings. The screenplay may pander at times, especially with Pinky (Wills), but it's also unusually well-rounded for its period. I guess my only reservation is with the splendid special effects. Those burning oil fields are just so incredibly hot, it's impossible to see Brady (Preston) enter the inferno with little more than a squirt of water. Nonetheless, in my little book, the movie is a definite sleeper. True, as the lovelorn outsider, Pedro Armendariz is no quirky James Dean. Yet, despite its relative obscurity, Tulsa is as well-acted and carries as much depth as its sprawling, better-known counterpart, Giant.

Let me get down to the story immediately...

It's 1920s Oklahoma, and the oil wells are...well, gushing. A young woman, orphaned when such a rig kills her cattle baron dad, sets out to get revenge on the oil owners but, instead, eventually winds up to be an oil baron herself. In the process, Cherokee Lansing (Susan Hayward) has three men vying for her affection: Brad Brady (Robert Preston), Bruce Tanner (Lloyd Gough), and Jim Redbird (Pedro Armendariz).

It's a well-photographed narrative, the special effects (for 1949) are very realistic, the acting is adequate (Susan Hayward shines, in my opinion) and the overall result is for a quite entertaining movie coupled with a glimpse into the recent past when the oil business was booming. And, I was glad to see Chill Wills again, who always gives a competent performance and who adds the requisite humour to an otherwise deadly serious affair...

The finale, showing one of the oil fields going up in flames, is quite a spectacle.

But this is more than an adventure movie about the oil business. It's also a politically correct conservation statement by Hollywood in response to the rapacious greed with which land was appropriated to feed awakening American industry. This, in 1949 – long before anybody started to think about peak oil, and the looming crisis that will come when the oil runs dry globally! Now that took guts…and a lot of money. Which makes me wonder how well this film did at the box office in 1949/1950...

So, I was amazed – even astounded – that Hollywood dared to take on the oil business then, so soon after the Second World War. Now that the predictions in that film are coming true, I think everybody should see this film. Might wake up a few more people about the coming end of the oil world as we know it...

Highly recommended. Get a copy and see it. Today, already!

The fine performance by Susan Hayward makes all of "Tulsa" worth watching, and the exciting finale caps it off with a bang. The tone is not always consistent, varying from serious treatment of environmental and ethical issues to the folksy, ultra-upbeat narration by Chill Wills. But Hayward is consistently interesting to watch, and the story is generally told at a good pace, with some good scenes along the way.

Hayward plays the daughter of a rancher, seeking revenge against a large oil man who caused the death of her father and the destruction of his valuable livestock. Along the way, she makes the fateful decision to beat the oil baron at his own game, which has some tumultuous consequences for her and those close to her. It's quite a good role for Hayward, and she is believable as her character first seeks justice, and then gradually starts to become what she had been fighting against.

The occasional overly-positive emphasis on the role of the oil industry is balanced out by some good efforts to discuss some of the environmental problems caused by large-scale drilling. And even though it is never stated explicitly, several of the scenes create a noticeable contrast between the simple beauty of the Oklahoma prairies and the bleak ugliness of fields filled with endless rows of oil wells.

The firefighting climax is exciting to watch, and it is a rather impressive piece of film-making as well, with believable action and visuals. Although the finale does not really resolve most of the important issues, it works well on screen.

The supporting cast is solid and likable, with Wills, Robert Preston, and Pedro Armendariz. For the most part, their characters are not fleshed out, since Hayward is the center of attention, but the other characters occasionally get their moments.

Overall, "Tulsa" is somewhat above average, with some noticeable strengths in the mix.

Susan Hayward is perfectly cast as Cherokee "Cherry" Lansing, a cattle rancher's daughter in 1920s Oklahoma with a need to succeed. She lucks into land leases which are ripe for wildcat oil-drilling, quickly taking on her benefactor's professor son as a partner to combat her main competitor, a wealthy oil baron who owns the land neighboring hers. Brawling, robust tale filmed in rich Technicolor, skillfully written by Curtis Kenyon and Frank Nugent and tightly directed by Stuart Heisler. Hayward is backed solidly by a fine supporting cast, including Robert Preston in a Rhett Butler mustache and Pedro Armendáriz as an Indian kindred spirit whose friendship comes to mean everything in the end. Some of the comedic overtures are corny, and the noisy climax goes on too long; otherwise, an engrossing, entertaining, well-oiled mix of history, romance, ambition, and pride. **1/2 from ****

Tulsa, Oklahoma is an oil boom town. Cherokee Lansing (Susan Hayward) is a wild daughter to her loving rancher father. His cattle are getting killed by the oil. He goes to a Tanner Petroleum Corp well about the pollution. He is killed by an explosive gusher. Cherokee vows revenge on Bruce Tanner (Lloyd Gough) who refuses to pay for the cattle, let along for her father's death. She starts her own wells with the help of geologist book expert Brad Brady (Robert Preston) and childhood native friend Jim Redbird (Pedro Armendáriz). They want to drill environmentally with fewer wells but they face opposition from Tanner. Cherokee refuse to drill less than Tanner but Jim doesn't go along. Her ambition soon takes over and she wants to build more wells on Jim's property. Jim revolts and sets the wells on fire.

It's mostly a weak movie with the exception of Susan Hayward. She really shows her star persona. The oil well work is interesting. It's a big oil romantic melodrama. The movie is passable and then the place blows up. The fire is quite impressive. The special effects are a solid mix of miniatures, rear projections, real stunts and explosions.