The Searchers
Away from the muds and rain of medieval England and jumping several centuries forward across The Big Pond where John (I nearly wrote Bruce) Wayne searches for his niece, abducted by Comanche Indians. Tbh, the western genre has never been much of an interest to me, usually drawing indifference from me. This film was so-so. The thing that grabbed me the most is the landscape; lifeless, yet, framed in such a beautiful manner it was a joy to look at, and to John Ford's credit, rarely filmed by using more than one camera set-up, whether it's indoors or outdoors. As if you look at some painting. The characters weren't much interesting. The story supposedly reaches across several years, but I got the feeling it never spans more than one week. But I liked how the film wraps up. Out of three possible options, the ending where Wayne had found his niece and brought her home is so poignant and full of tenderness, is definitely the best choice. One odd thing, however, Comanches were obviously played by naturalist Indians, save their chief, who was obviously white. But I suppose they didn't have Indians in the union of the actors then.
