Directed by Gordon Douglas
Produced by Harry Joe Brown and (uncredited) Randolph Scott
A Scott-Brown Production
Story and screenplay by George W. George and George F. Slavin
Additional Dialogue by Rowland Brown
Cinematography: Charles Lawton Jr., ASC (Cinecolor)
Art Direction: George Brooks
Set Decoration: Frank Tuttle
Music: Arthur Morton
Film Editing: Richard Fantl
Cast: Randolph Scott (Andrew Barclay), Dorothy Malone (Karen Galt), Forrest Tucker (Tom Tanner), Frank Faylen (Jeff), George Macready (Edward Galt), Charles Kemper (Sheriff Dyke Merrick), Jeff Corey (Bart), Tom Powers (Bill Martin), Jock O’Mahoney (Sandy)
This post is part of The Blogathon For Randolph Scott, January 23-25, a celebration of his life and work.
From 1946 to the end of his career in 1962 Randolph Scott starred in no less than 41 movies—allowing some flexibility to contemporary-set The Walking Hills (1949), all but two of the earliest ones are Westerns, a deliberated decision by Scott that was fortuitous for the genre, which flowered through this period. No less important was his partnership with producer Harry Joe Brown at Columbia beginning in 1947 with Gunfighters—17 of these films were made by their production company, which went under various names: Scott-Brown, Producers-Actors, and, finally, Ranown. Though it’s less than the greater share of Scott’s Westerns through 1960, these films generally tend to be the actor’s best (a stunning exception is Seven Men From Now in 1956 but by initiating the Ranown cycle it has come to be aligned with it)—the partners plainly looked for good scripts and the films were made with evident care, even though they sought no extra prestige at the time. The Nevadan (1950), fifth of their movies, is arguably their best to date, and if in the end it falls just about in the middle in terms of quality, that’s high praise.
And The Nevadan is also significant, as a closer look will show, for being a 1950 movie. There is surely no argument that this was a watershed year for the genre. The directions it begins to take at the time, and all at once, have an unparalleled freshness and flexibility, even if the motifs had always been there. Consider just some of the films: The Gunfighter, which took over what had been a well-used motif of the ill-fated outlaw in the 40s and introduced in his place a figure who may not be wanted by the law but has lived with killing and is coming to an inner reckoning; Winchester ’73, where the revenge motif, seemingly so well-worn by now, is given new life in the evident pathology of both hero and villain within a disturbing blood relationship; Broken Arrow and Devil’s Doorway, which began what is sometimes called the “pro-Indian cycle” but should probably just be called “the Indian cycle” for the new balance and depth brought to all aspects of this part of American history. These examples are far from inclusive, but simply suggestive of the richness to be found in that year’s Westerns. No less important in the present case is that movies that seemed modest on every level might also contribute deeply. So, unnoticed at the time, Saddle Tramp, which plays so sweetly and with apparent casualness, ends with what may still be the most piercing expression—there for a moment and then gone—of the wandering/settling theme and the ambivalence that animates it.
Into this landscape rides The Nevadan—a taut 80 minutes in which one can simply enjoy the inventive storytelling, the engaging characters, the beautiful locations, and the rugged action. But within that, it turns out there is a lot going on.
The story is set in motion quickly by the theft of $250,000 in gold by Tom Tanner (Forrest Tucker) and his arrest and escape, followed by wary partnership with a mysterious man, Andrew Barclay (Randolph Scott), dressed like an Eastern dude, who he encounters on the trail. As the plot leads to the abandoned mine where Tom has left the gold, other characters play in and a number of other relationships are treated, all with increasing drama as these characters move toward convergence in the eventful climax. Edward Galt (George Macready), a rancher and saloon owner, wants to take the gold for himself, and his daughter Karen (Dorothy Malone), involved after she becomes attracted to Barclay, comes to see the unhealthiness of her father, both in his obsessive greed and obsessive attachment to her in the absence of her mother who left him long ago. There are also two brothers who work for Galt, Jeff (Frank Faylen) and Bart (Jeff Corey), given considerable attention.
The sets of relationships here, treated without the film ever seeming to pause to do so, are all interesting. Of the brothers, Jeff is the meaner one, and at times ridicules the weaker, slower Bart, but is also protective of him and one knows in the end this is where his soft spot lies. The father/daughter relationship is not given the heavy attention of Walter Huston/Barbara Stanwyck in The Furies (same year of 1950) where the incestuous currents are hit very hard, but it has no less sense of a very adult reality—here, it becomes evident that Karen, though affected, is a moral and positive woman who does not share her father’s poisonous feelings, and only needs to see him as he is to step comfortably into selfhood. Most engaging of all though is the friendship between Tom Tanner and Andrew Barclay, who turns out to be a federal agent. There is not a word of dialogue about this friendship, nor anything that actually states it, but it quietly animates the film and becomes more evident until the climactic scene in the abandoned mine. Here, Barclay movingly pleads with Tanner to give up the gold and turn himself in, to end his life of outlawry, while Tanner at the same time insists he means to keep it. The resolution comes not with a change of heart but with a terrific fight between them in the collapsing mine, the film’s most memorable scene.
Tom Tanner is the movie’s most interesting character and anticipates one of the deepest themes of the Western in the 50s, that of “crossing over.” It is a provocative theme, and one that in Westerns found great spiritual depth as the decade wore on because it asks the viewer to agree that any sin, crime or misdeed can be lived down, that redemption is something possible at any point in life, that it is the present that is most important. One might not agree—though I believe this theme is at one with the original teachings of Christianity—but that is the view of 1950s Westerns. Of course, the theme may be treated complexly, and not every character who thinks about crossing over is able to, no matter how much they may yearn for it. Very important in Randolph Scott Westerns, the theme flowers in the Ranown cycle in three variations, all involving very different characters and different outcomes—Richard Boone in The Tall T (1957), Pernell Roberts and James Coburn in Ride Lonesome (1959), and Richard Rust in Comanche Station (1960)—each moving in its own way. One can’t claim the same drama for Tanner, yet he is still remarkable for several reasons. First, he is prescient for those characters—even though he is an outlaw, one can’t help but like him from the start and that never changes. And though, as with Barclay, we really know nothing about him outside of what happens in the action of the film, it is still possible to easily see that outlawry was, for him, simply the wrong path—in that climactic scene, when he speaks about the gold, one compares the way he talks about it to the way Galt had talked about it and it is so different, so evident that part of him already wants to give it up, and on some level has given it up. The movie ends as it should in terms of law, but not tragically, and so both the character and his friendship with Barclay are affirmed.
George F. Slavin and George W. George can claim their share of good scripts, and this early one is especially so not just because what I’ve considered is palpably there, but also because the writers did not construct it with an insistence on those implicit ideas (one also notes the presence of the interesting Rowland Brown doing some writing on it)—as I’ve noted, the script tells the story but it leaves the realization to bring out all those interesting shadings in the relationships. So it is director Gordon Douglas, plainly a gifted practitioner in most genres, who does most to make it all work. This was his second Western, the first being The Doolins Of Oklahoma the previous year, also for Scott-Brown and also very well-done but in the familiar vein I’ve touched on earlier of ill-fated outlaws then dominant. What Douglas gives here that he came increasingly to master in his best films was layered, dramatic staging in his compositions that by itself conveyed a lot about the relationships—the fine acting of everyone involved completes this and is made even better because they are so dynamic in the frame. The payoff scene between Galt and his daughter Karen as he bends into the image trying to grasp her while she looks out at him and toward the camera is one example, and the choreography of Tanner and Barclay within the mine in the climax is another, but examples are numerous in the film—this is a director interested in relationships and how to treat them cinematically. As his style developed through the 50s, Douglas could also place this layered imagery within even more elaborate outer visual frames that are both fetching and dramatic; that is not so evident here, but simply being so supple in placing actors and staging their interplay, especially in interiors, gives this movie everything it needs.
In exteriors, Douglas may not quite as distinctive at this point, or superior to other practitioners in the genre, but he certainly compares well and the movie is always beautiful. Cinecolor (used for the last time here by Scott-Brown) is not as vibrant as Technicolor, but that doesn’t make its blues and rusts or the ambiance they give to the locations any greater naturalism—properly restored and preserved as it now is in this movie, it’s a fetching and indeed striking color process, and very much at one with the drama here. The exterior locations are the Alabama Hills and Lone Pine, always so expressive in Westerns and many of Randolph Scott’s conspicuously so. The cinematographer was the great Charles Lawton, Jr., a Columbia mainstay who fortuitously was there for the end of the Ranown cycle and the magnificent Cinemascope imagery of Ride Lonesome and Comanche Station.
And that leads to consideration of another pleasure of Randolph Scott movies, and those of Scott-Brown especially—actors and actresses who were valued and kept being called back. Among the main players, Tucker, Macready and Faylen all had multiple appearances for the company and Tucker is also in Rage at Dawn (1955) with Scott later, while Malone would appear with him again in Tall Man Riding (1955). They are all perfect in their roles, as also Jeff Corey (tragically blacklisted soon after or he’d never have been out of movie work in the 50s, as he was not at any other time) and Charles Kemper as the knowing sheriff (tragically dead in an accident within the year). In addition to those mentioned, Scott and Brown gave a leg up to Jock Mahoney, then known as a great stuntman but coming into acting where he was a natural and would wind up at the end of the 50s one of the last to make his mark as a star, however briefly, in this level of Western in which Scott himself was so important. Of the others, I’d single out Malone, who with her Texas twang and naturalness is an icon of the genre, not surprisingly in many Westerns, and of course, Tucker, who makes Tanner so appealing. Forrest Tucker is barely noted in most film histories now but remains very much admired by genre aficionados and I’m sure always will be—he has a strong presence, can play good or bad or (as here) in between, all equally well, and is always convincing.
It’s very much to Randolph Scott’s credit than in these, films on which he was a producer, he is not interested in a vehicle for himself as much as he is in a good movie and glad to let others have at least as good a part as his own. At the same time, he holds the center. Increasingly, and this is a good point to consider it, as his hair became greyer and his face and bearing took on more age, he seemed to be aware of what was in his persona. As a young actor, he had ready appeal but with directors who just took him as he was he could also be a little stolid, not deeply engaged in the roles; yet he always had the talent—one only has to see what a caring director like Fritz Lang brought out of him in Western Union (1941) where he is the tragic outlaw who wants to outrun his past and cross over. Of course, later, with Budd Boetticher, it was a match made in heaven between the two men—here was a director who “got him” in the most profound way, evident immediately in their first collaboration, and so the director’s sensibility and the star’s persona resonated in a way rare in cinema, and Scott, in a way that few movie stars can claim, became sublime in the final phase of his career, remaining so after Ranown was over and in the company of fellow icon Joel McCrea in the epiphany of Ride the High Country (1962). But looking at his career whole, no director, not even Boetticher, can take all the credit for finding the soulfulness of Randolph Scott. He had been working on it himself the whole time, in modest films like The Nevadan tapping the knowing humor and quiet self-possession, as well as the inwardness and tenderness, that would finally become so awesome in their humanity in the years of full maturity.
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Blake Lucas is a writer and film critic living in Los Angeles. By bringing together Michael Wayne at Batjac and Robert Gitt of the UCLA Archive, he was responsible for the 2000 UCLA restoration of Seven Men from Now.
Marvelous article, Blake, taking in the film itself, the developing trends in the western, and Scott’s pivotal role in all that.
Your choice of The Nevadan is a good one as it is indeed a solid mid-range Scott picture and one which shows signs of the way the western and Scott himself were headed at the time.
Those relationships between the characters (father/daughter, the brothers, outlaw/lawman) add a lot of depth to the story and provide a fine illustration of the complexity even medium budget genre works could weave so effortlessly.
An excellent appraisal of the talents of Gordon Douglas too, a very undervalued director – his shooting of the picture adds much to it all, and the location work raises everything a notch.
Wow – that is such a fine piece, Blake. The insight and depth of your writing on this fairly early-in-the-cycle Scott western is what I had expected to see from you but I feel your obvious love for the film, Scott and the genre have caused you to really excel here.
“THE NEVADAN” was one of Scott’s westerns that I came to late, entirely because it was so hard to find, and I am so grateful that my first viewing was the restored print. It became a favourite with me at once. I so agree with you that Forrest Tucker seems to have fallen “off the radar” generally today though certainly not with we genre aficionados – he adds tremendously to the enjoyment of this film.
This Blogathon is already shaping up fantastically well!
The thing I love about writers is their ability to take the seemingly ordinary and make it much more. You and the others have a gift and it makes the watching of these films all the more enjoyable for the insights we have learned.
Often times I falter when trying to explain the depth I find in the western films of that era, but now I’ll simply quote you. The spotlight you turned on Gordon Douglas has given me a new appraisal challenge. As to “The Nevadan”, it is a film that sometimes lulls me away from its themes by its sumptuous look, but one that always stays with me long after the ending.
Allow me to echo the thoughts on THE NEVADAN, which has been airing pretty frequently on cable in recent years, and rightly so.
As someone who has written a lot about Tucker and his films, I think he is noticed more frequently for his film career than he was in prior decades; as recently as a decade ago his All Movie Guide bio was a single paragraph, with his TV series F Troop being his most noted credit. Now, his bio is much more extensive, with a lot more information on his film career (and numerous starring roles during the 1950’s) and stage career (2,000 performances as The Music Man). In addition to western fans, his work in sci-fi films such as The Abominable Snowman with Peter Cushing is noted by fans of that genre as well.
“. . .it was a match made in heaven between the two men—here was a director who “got him” in the most profound way, evident immediately in their first collaboration, and so the director’s sensibility and the star’s persona resonated in a way rare in cinema. . .” We seem to concur on that point. Nicely done article, Blake.
Great article -weaving in and out of the Scott canon of Westerns is a joy to read and I appreciate your offering an opinion ranking where this one stands in the pecking order – I confess that I diverted from some of the observations to avoid details on The Nevadan as I have never seen the movie and it is sitting on my DVR – having read this I will be watching it tomorrow.
Just a provisional reply to everyone that I have deeply appreciated these kind comments on my piece.
Some of you have also contributed to this Blogathon and I want you all to know that I have read every piece that’s already there (and will read everything that is there tomorrow) and I’ve been enjoying everyone’s contributions immensely. Some wonderful writing and I do feel great affinity with so many of the things that have been said. I feel everyone who has described Scott’s qualities as they come over in his movies has done very beautifully with this, beginning with Toby in the opening piece.
I’ve wanted to make a comment on every piece but I am under pressure with something else this weekend, so please be patient with me because I will do it just as soon as I can, though likely not all at once. I did make one comment already to the last piece I read, and then realized I had spent more time than I intended to even on that one.
I’ve been gradually reading many of the blogathon posts over the course of the day and saved this one for last. Blake, this is a home run; the paragraph alone on the significance of the Westerns of 1950 was terrific, including the mention of SADDLE TRAMP. Lovely.
This is a film I liked a great deal, and you captured it beautifully, making me want to take another look at it. I especially like what you wrote about Scott’s evolving film persona in the last sentence. Thank you so much for a great read and sharing so many insights into both actor and genre.
Best wishes,
Laura
What a fantastic, detailed and deeply-felt piece, Blake! I have seen a fair few westerns in my life but compared to fans like yourself, Toby, Colin, Jerry, Laura and John K., I’m in the minor leagues. Needless to say, I haven’t seen THE NEVADAN, but your piece has made me excited to track it down. This was a very expansive article that offers not just insightful look at Randolph Scott and his career, but also touches on a great many aspects of the 50s western as a whole, and was a joy to read.
On a side note…glad to see Forrest Tucker get some love in your post. His canny yet broad presence in F-TROOP tends to overshadow just what a fine dramatic actor he was. (I just saw him last week in BARQUERO were he easily stole the show out from under leads Lee Van Cleef and Warren Oates.)
Wow! Iv’e been saving this one to last because it’s such a complex
review of a rather complex movie,and I might say a rather unheralded one!
Blake,being Blake has brought all sorts of other interesting stuff into
the mix!
I especially enjoyed the films thematic elements with other films of the
period that Blake highlights.
For years this film only existed in black and white and I was so pleased to
see the Sony MOD version in color that surfaced, at last,a few years back.
I might be wrong but at the moment, the only Scott/Brown production
on the missing list is George WaGGner’s very fine GUNFIGHTERS.
I understand from Roberrt Nott’s excellent book,however Harry Joe was
less than impressed with WaGGner as a director,in fact he never used
him again.
I don’t intend to knock WaGGner and i understand Harry Joe’s problem
with him was the amount of time he was taking to shoot the film.
If nothing else WaGGner will always have a place in film history for
THE WOLF MAN surely one of the finest and most poetic of all Horror
films.
Jeff,and I’m sure I speak for everyone else there is no way you are in
the minor league even if you have not yet seen as many films as us
“wrinklies” (well myself and Jerry at least 🙂 )
Great to see Tucker getting some love here and Jeff I name-dropped
BARQUERO in my reply to my contribution. BTW I thought Warren
Oates dope smoking heavy was the really weak link in the film-
Tucker and Davis Chandler effortlessly steal the show.
Gordon Douglas does what he can on BARQUERO but it’s a far cry
from his earlier work.
Didn’t want to hijack Blake’s thread, but wanted to say thank you to John K. for the kind comments and for taking a moment to discuss BARQUERO. I too think Warren Oates, while perfectly fine, seemed a little “off” as the lead baddie in that film. I thought Douglas’ direction was solid but overall the film, while enjoyable, is not up to the level of some of the director’s earlier westerns. But what a career that gentleman had!
I remember watching these movies later at night,after coming back from school.I think every Friday night around 11 pm there was a movie session called “ Classic Westerns“.
I rushed back home, took a quick shower and prepared myself for some sort of spiritual rendezvous.
Some acid people used to state that cinema is just a way of escaping reality, I myself never endorsed that, since the majority of western movies or noir movies were based on the real aspects of life.
We have the majestic outdoor scenes, the wind battering the hero`s worn faces, the piercing sun, the sexual innuendo in Dorothy Malone`s seductive eyes.
I totally agree with the author of this text about the ambivalence feeling that prevailed in most Randolph Scott`s movies in the late 40`s and mid-fifties. That was the era of McCarthyism and the so-called communist menace.
Western as a genre has evolved from the juvenile audience that used to worship immaculate screen cowboys to a more mature view of mankind`s in-depth social issues.
I saw `The Tall T“ several times as a kid and later as an adult.each time I wished Scott let Boone go with the money and started a new life because they
respect one another even having different views on how to see life.