Stagecoach (John Wayne) #MovieReview

Film 128 in the “1001 Films to See Before You Die” is 1939’s “Stagecoach”. Written by Dudley Nichols, this film is based on Ernest Haycox’s 1937 short story entitled “The Stage to Lordsburg” which follows a group of strangers riding on a stagecoach through dangerous Apache territory. Personally, I didn’t enjoy this. I felt like the film wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, I have no idea where they were going in the first place. Why was this group of misfits sharing a stagecoach? Why is it that in all the westerns I’ve seen, the doctors are always drunk and The Marshall’s sidekick is a stumbler? I just felt like I was watching a repeat of all the westerns that I had seen previously. So nothing really stood out. I’m sat here trying to think of things to talk about and I can’t even think of anything! That’s enough of a reason to prove that this isn’t a good film. Fun fact of the film – The film’s healthy performance at the box office helped to reestablish the Western genre. Also, “Stagecoach” has been lauded as one of the most influential films ever made. Orson Welles argued that it was a perfect textbook of film making and claimed to have watched it more than 40 times in preparation for the making of “Citizen Kane”. If you have seen this film then let me know what you thought of it in the comments. Here is what I had to say while surviving 32 minutes of 1939’s “Stagecoach”

Film – Stagecoach
Year – 1939
Director – John Ford
Written by – Dudley Nichols
Staring – John Wayne, Claire Trevor, Andy Devine
IMDb Rating – 7.9/10
My Rating – ZZZZZZZzzzzz
Length – 95 min  (1h 35min)
Genre – Adventure, Western
Looks like those men on horses are on the hunt
We are in the middle of nowhere in Arizona
Shout out to Wells Fargo
Snow?… in the desert?
Why is that gambler staring at me
Is it required that every western have a stumbling hillbilly that works as the marshall’s helper
“What’s good for the banks is good for the country”
I’ll be stealing you sign because I can
So… This town has a group of women who want to send every bitchy woman to get her head chopped off
You can have one free drink on us before you leave
I thought Kansas City was in Missouri?
This banker has the facial expressions of someone who hates everyone he sees
Is it me or the gambling man looks like an old Bob Dylan
Here comes the calvery for support
So… this stagecoach consists of a bitch, a ill woman, a nervous reverand/whisky drummer, a drunk…. and the gambler
He was only saying goodbye. No need to scream
And they’re off
Let’s add another passenger to our gang of oddballs
I’ve kept by stagecoach job for 10 years to marry my Mexican girlfriend
Has it been explained why they’re all in this coach?
From what it sounds, Geronimo has planning to attack
Through the desert they go
Hello Henry “The Ringo Kid”
Henry offers his help them and is now added to the group
Why does the guy on the right look like a modern day Mickey Rourke?
So… the drunk is a doctor
“A gentleman doesn’t smoke in the presence of a lady”
Not gonna lie, I’m getting bored of this
And I’ve only just got past the 23 minute mark
Time for a break so we can change horses and the driver can have a piss and a coffee
Let’s take a vote to see if we continue the journey
I predict yes
So… The ill woman is only here to see her husband as she’s already been traveling from Virginia
Does the gambler always have a pack of cards on him at all times?
Is there a reason why the bitch is being the way she is?
Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?
Just sit down and have some food already
All they have for food is mushy peas!
And I’m gone
ZZZZZZZzzzzz
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