Cheyenne

It's the Wyoming Territory 1867. Lone bandit 'The Poet' is hounding Wells Fargo stagecoaches. The law catches up to gambler James Wylie (Dennis Morgan). He's given one choice. He has to catch The Poet. He and Ann Kincaid (Jane Wyman) have a meet-cute over a bath. They and Emily Carson (Janis Paige) board the stagecoach.

The meet-cute is fun. The misunderstanding afterwards is even better. It's a pretty threesome and pretty fun. It's too bad that the potential love triangle gets sidelined. The story could play with that a bit more. There are probably way too many bandits. The only bandit that matters is The Poet. It's interesting to have The Sundance Kid watching this from the future. This is a fun western.

Dennis Morgan was a very handsome dude and his acting was quite all right. Jane Wyman also already showed her acting talent in this movie. Outlaw bandits on horses robbing the stagecoaches or the banks were the typical major western genre since day one. Adding some convenient romance was also pretty typical arrangement for the handsome leading male and female characters was an inevitable ingredient almost in every western movie other than the gun fights or a final show down.

But what I have to point out again and again for the earlier western movies, the deafening, overly played soundtrack, the score, usually through those whole movies soon as the movies started. At that time, these movie companies used to hire contractual orchestras to play the music specifically scored for each movie. Boy Oh boy, weren't them not just loud and most of the time so inappropriate and exaggerated. Every scene would sync and combine with music, but most of the time, absolutely unnecessary and over-killed.

The soundtrack in this 1947 western was exceptionally loud, annoying and inappropriate, almost like military marching music specially drafted. The music in this movie undoubtedly can be used in those WWII war movies and might be more appropriate. Battleships sailed to battle with the German or Japanese navy forces, or bombers taking off one by one to cross the English Channel on the missions to bomb German military industries.

But for the mercy of God, instead of battleships or bombers set off to the battleground, the military like musical soundtrack in this film was used just on a stagecoach with only three passengers on it and one driver and one supporting shotgun beside him as well as several bandits on the horses rushing down the hill to rob the stagecoach. This kinda music and scores later were so blindly used on Walter Disney's cartoons to sync every movement of the cartoons' caricatures, making the western movies without any big difference from cartoons. For this movie, I have to turn down the volume almost to nothing to allow me to watch on.

There is nothing particularly wrong or bad about "Cheyenne". But, for that matter, there's not all that right or good about it either. It seems just okay in most every way....and I think part of it is because both Dennis Morgan and Jane Wyman seemed a bit out of place in the leads.

When the story begins, professional gambler James Wylie (Morgan) is approached with a proposition....to find 'The Poet' or else! Well, he didn't like the 'or else' so he travels to the next town to look for the identiy of this bandit who has robbed many stage coaches. Along the way, he hooks up with a lady who doesn't particularly like him (Wyman) and eventually he sorts it all out and there is, of course, a happy ending.

Despite being directed by Raoul Walsh, the film seemed a bit long and dull to me. I have a hard time putting my finger on exactly what left me rather cold about this one...but it rarely seemed interesting and long before it was finished I found myself getting bored despite it being a polished Warner Brothers production.

By the way, if you do watch it, at about 89 minutes into the film, a gang jumps on their horses and gives chase. One of the folks giving chase has his hat fly off...but when they catch up to the guy, they all are wearing hats!

Dennis Morgan stars as Jim Wylie, gentleman gambler and fast gun in Cheyenne which by the look of it was a project originally intended by Warner Brothers for Errol Flynn. It has a lot more plot than most westerns of the day did. With Raoul Walsh directing and a score by Max Steiner it bares no small resemblance to the classic Flynn movie San Antonio which these gentlemen worked on as well.

Morgan got himself into a bit of a shooting scrape in Carson City and the law wants him there. But Wells Fargo detective Barton MacLane offers him a proposition, if he'll go undercover and smoke out a bandit known as 'the poet'. They'll square things with the law for Morgan if he helps out. Since that's the best offer he's had all day, he takes it.

His detective work takes him to Cheyenne where the poet is not only robbing Wells Fargo, but he's also taking trade away from other honest robbers like Arthur Kennedy as The Sundance Kid and his gang. Making the journey with him to Cheyenne are a pair of women who will figure prominently in Morgan's life for a period, Jane Wyman and Janis Paige.

Our poet is so named because he leaves a bit of verse at the scene of each robbery. Giving Wells Fargo the finger so to speak in rhyme.

Although the poet's identity is actually revealed early on, the film takes on a Columbo like twist as Morgan and the poet try to outsmart each other. That's the real heart of Cheyenne and why it's as good a film as it is.

Alan Hale, also a regular in Flynn films, is on hand as an oafish deputy sheriff, more the kind of part Andy Devine used to play. Hale does well in it though and his presence in the film convinces me even more that the film was originally intended for Errol Flynn.

Cheyenne is a well plotted adult type western, still with enough action for the Saturday afternoon matinée trade. It holds up very well after 62 years. Even if Errol Flynn didn't get to star in it.

Maybe if Bruce Bennet had played the Dennis Morgan role and Arthur Kennedy had done Bennet's I would have liked this film better. As it is, it's a bit too cute, cuddly, and rom comey for my taste, especially for a Raoul Walsh Western. Morgan, especially, seems miscast. I guess the producers wanted a charming rogue, the kind of character Gable or Garner coud play in their sleep, but Morgan comes across as just your standard song and dance man (who outsources the songs to Janis Page). You keep expecting Jack Carson to show up with the tuxes and top hats. And while the dialogue from Alan Le May and Thames Williamson has a generous supply of amusing one liners delivered by everyone in the cast the waggishness gets a bit much. I was hoping, for example, for at least some attempt to delve into the ambiguous, interesting Bennet/Jane Wyman relationship, only to be disappointed. And I really hate it when a great actor like Kennedy is consigned, as here, to cliche bad guy roles. Oh well. Paige sure is hot and sassy and Max Steiner's score is rousing (even if he repeats his central theme over and over and over). C plus.

PS...Alan Hale's cowardly sherriff is brought in about 75% of the way through, as if Walsh knew he had a dull dog on his hands and was desperately trying to liven things up.