Fort Defiance

For a fitfully simple b-western, FORT DEFIANCE has the most complicated case of post Civil War revenge, twofold: first there's Ben Johnson, who becomes a ranch-hand working for blind, extremely trustworthy Peter Graves, and secretly wants to kill Peter's older brother for backing out of one of the last battles... and then an entire posse wants both brothers dead...

Enter first-billed Dan Clark, extremely anticipated through expository dialogue, thirty-five minutes in, as his brother and new best friend are cornered by Indians in a cornering canyon, led by legendary faker Iron Eyes Cody...

There would be far more suspense along with anticipating tribal drums if the low-budget use of day-for-night... filming darkly in daylight masquerade a brightly moonlit night... wasn't so obvious... but the introduction of heart-of-gold-hooker Tracey Roberts, who even blind Peter Graves knows is pretty and genuine, adds some needed dimension: but what matters most takes place in the third act, after sunrise...

When Dane Clark, usually a kind of poor man's George Raft, really stands out, playing the heck out of the villainous yet faithfully-dependable scoundrel in what's an 11th hour crash-course of the ambiguous gunfighter persona... making you forget that most of the film's buildup didn't have him around at all.