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.
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