This pilgrim's change of heart

 

Mon 9/5

My father loved John Wayne so, of course, I had to hate him. Until relatively lately, say the last ten years.  John Fords 1939 Stagecoach is a timeless thing of beauty.  There’s nothing more achieved than the Ringo Kid’s robust wholesomeness and Claire Trevor’s luminous self incrimination and Andy Devine's melismatic croaking, everyones archetypical grandeur.