end, he used Wayne's mouth to express his doubts about the so-called patriotism. A generation's doubts and newcomers' expectations
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Ford's Eclecticism
Bridgette 2022-10-14 20:19:33
Xiulan Dengbo pretends to be a dignified lady, savage and cute. At the end of World War II, Ford entrained private goods to create a three-dimensional and plump conservative patriarchal image. The proportions were disproportionate, the family drama was too heavy, and the last 20 minutes of the battle scene came too late. As the American commander, Fonda sat on a chair to negotiate with the Indians, and Ford used this to cleverly hint at his moral balance; at the
end, he used Wayne's mouth to express his doubts about the so-called patriotism. A generation's doubts and newcomers' expectations
end, he used Wayne's mouth to express his doubts about the so-called patriotism. A generation's doubts and newcomers' expectations
Extended Reading
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[Co. Thursday has rejoined his men who are pinned down by the Apaches. RSM O'Rourke hands him a pistol]
Lt. Col. Thursday: Sergeant-Major O'Rourke... my apologies, sir.
RSM Michael O'Rourke: You can save them, sir, for our grandchildren.
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[the regiment is getting ready to attack - Col. Thursday scans the horizon with his binoculars]
Lt. Col. Owen Thursday: I don't see them. Not a one.
Captain Yorke: Well, they're down there, sir... among the rocks.
Lt. Col. Owen Thursday: Have you seen 'em, Captain?
Captain Yorke: I don't have to - I know.
Lt. Col. Owen Thursday: How?
Captain Yorke: 'Cause if I were Cochise, that's where I'd take up position.
Lt. Col. Owen Thursday: And that dust cloud beyond?
Captain Yorke: It's an Apache trick. Probably squaws and children draggin' mesquite.
Lt. Col. Owen Thursday: [dubious, sarcastically] Very ingenious, Captain. You make me suspect your Cochise has studied under Alexander the Great, or Bonaparte at the least. Gentlemen, march your troops. We'll charge in a column of fours.
Captain Yorke: Mounted in fours? That's suicide, Colonel! I tell you they're down there...
Lt. Col. Owen Thursday: Captain Yorke, you're relieved of command of your troop. There's no room in this regiment for a coward.
Captain Yorke: [angrily throws down his glove in front of Col. Thursday] At your service, sir!
Lt. Col. Owen Thursday: Bugler, pick up Captain Yorke's gauntlet. I'm no duellist, Captain. I will decide whether I will answer you with pistols or a general court martial. You will remain on the ridge... in safety... with the supply train. Take O'Rourke with you.