Thunder Over the Plains

There's just too many baddies in this film for me to consider this as anything other than an average Randolph Scott Western. Even the nearly-good people have perverse traits – who the Hell are we supposed to care about!

Tale set in post Civil War Texas where carpetbaggers ruled almost supreme, and the occupying Federal troops seemed to let them. There's a gang of patriotic outlaws led by a Robin Hood character trying to redress the balance and a complicated set of sympathies and antagonisms with which to contend. And Lex Barker was playing a nutter. But if I correctly remember my extensive Frank Yerby reading when I was a kid surely in reality the Ku Klux Klan couldn't have been far away in matters of this kind in their role of Southern saviours? There's time in this shortish formula fiction film for lots of plot twists, cold business, love, jealousy, rage, backstabbings, murders galore, some honour and integrity, all of it delivered with plenty of panache, a nice colour and sporadically excellent camera-work.

It's enjoyable hokum up to a point but ultimately loses its way because there's no one you can really root for but many you can root against. Naturally, Scott is as dependable as usual.

Complex western that manages pretty well to stay afloat. You may need a scorecard since the screenplay involves four different factions bouncing off one another. Scott displays his usual iron-jawed determination as the captain torn between loyalty to his native Texas and the Union cavalry. The bad guys, as usual in these post-Civil War oaters, are the greedy carpetbaggers, headed up by that excellent actor Hugh Sanders. And who can overlook perennial fall guy Elisha Cook doing his usual fierce rabbit bit.

The rivalry between the two captains, Scott and Barker, is an interesting feature, especially when it extends to Scott's wife (Kirk). That scene where the home-sick wife is captivated by the handsome Barker is both well played and unusual for a western. Note too how Scott is compelled by the byplay to fade into the background, another unusual feature for a western hero.

Though filmed just west of LA, the rolling scenery makes a good Technicolor backdrop to the action. Much credit for making the elements work should go to director de Toth who was skilled at handling conflict as shown in his masterwork, Ramrod (1947). The redoubtable Sam Peckinpah also selected de Toth to direct many episodes of his groundbreaking TV series The Westerner (1960).

On the whole, it's a complicated story of personal and political conflict but still delivers the goods for fans of westerns.

In post Civil War Texas, an Army captain is charged with bringing in an outlaw who has become a legend for taking on the Carpetbaggers. It begins and ends with hokey narration, but in between there is a fairly interesting story, helped by nice color cinematography. Scott is his usual solid self as the captain. McGraw plays the outlaw, but it is Barker (coming off his final Tarzan movie) as another Army captain that is the real villain here. Kirk does well as Scott's understanding wife. It's not up to the level of Scott's later Westerns with Budd Boetticher, but it's competently directed by de Toth. The final gunfight is too drawn out and somewhat anti-climactic.

Randolph Scott often shines as typical westerner. Here he plays Captain Potter a perfect example for Christian charity. He even prefers humiliation and danger to reputation of his lovely wife. He is a hero and a saint.

Scott never looks unbelievable in his part.

Lex Barker, former Tarzan and later superman "Old Shatterhand", plays against his image as arrogant villain. And I think he does it very well.

The story is entertaining and there are a lot of other good actors like Henry Hull, Phyllis Kirk and Elisha Cook jr. in it.

This really is an enjoyable B-western directed by veteran Andre de Toth.

The only thing worse than a Hollywood Civil War western is a Hollywood Reconstruction western, especially one made in the early 1950's, about a dozen years after GWTW and ten years before MLK, when the movies, mirroring white American society in general, tended to glorify the slave owning, secessionist, defeated southerners as poor, put upon farmers (i.e. Fess Parker) and demonize the anti slavery, pro union, victorious North as a pack of rapacious weasels (i.e. Elisha Cooke Jr.) and have newly freed but soon to be Jim Crowed African Americans, the true victims of this most shameful period of our history, shunted off to the side and occasionally allowed to jeer at the Carpetbagger who, along with Federal troops, were their only protectors against the racist peckerwood heroes of this most lame ass movie.

Plus, there's Phyllis Kirk.