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Two Rode Together | 
| Director: John Ford
Actors: James Stewart, Richard Widmark, Shirley Jones, Linda Cristal, Andy Devine
Studio: Sony Pictures
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Rating:  7 reviews
Sales Rank: 3828
Format: Color, Ntsc
Language: English (Original Language)
Rating: NR (Not Rated)
Media: VHS Tape
Number Of Items: 1
Running Time: 110 Minutes
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.4
Dimensions (in): 7.3 x 4.2 x 1.1
ISBN: 6302276594
UPC: 043396607620
EAN: 9786302276596
ASIN: 6302276594
Theatrical Release Date: July 26, 1961
Release Date: August 27, 1997
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Condition: Ex rental tape in a plastic clamshell box with the original RCA/Columbia picture Home Video box cut and inserted in the box. Tape plays good.
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Recycling elements of My Darling Clementine and The Searchers in a bitter, latter-day light, this late Western by John Ford initiates the last, dark phase of the master's vision of the corrupting influences of the progress of civilization in the wilderness. James Stewart is introduced to the Ford stock company as a thoroughly venal town marshal, Guthrie McCabe, who's pressed into service by the cavalry to oversee the ransoming of several whites long held captive by the Indians. McCabe is concerned with nothing but making a buck on the enterprise and coming back with his scalp intact, yet against his better judgment he becomes an arbiter of social and personal justice, and a de facto one-man protest against bigotry and hypocrisy. The cinematography is bleaker than anything seen in Ford's more heroic Westerns, and the stylistic high point is a hilarious one-take conversation between Stewart and cavalryman Richard Widmark at the river's edge. --Richard T. Jameson
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 Transcendent Greatness September 19, 2004
Stanley Crouch
17 out of 20 found this review helpful
This is a lesser version of THE SEARCHERS, which is a masterpiece in just about anybody's canon, but TWO RODE TOGETHER still achieves greatness because every element that plays to the gallery is overcome, or extended, with a surprise. We do not completely know these characters, and they do not completely know themselves, complexities that always make profundity possible in the right hands. It is a simple story that starts out as a comedy and flips over almost suddenly into a drama, and one that becomes increasingly complicated. A marshall kept in fine clothes and money by a madam is recruited by an army officer to go on a mission in which white children taken by the Commanches will be brought back, if found.
The sheer heat, nuance, and humor of James Stewart and Richard Widmark would make any movie great. They are equally at ease when the film calls for them to be funny or meretricious or moral, hard-nosed or disgusted, out only for themselves and some fun or pulled in by the charms of a virgin or woman who has lived as the wife of a Commanche. That second woman is as essential as the acting of Stewart and Widmark because her experience makes obvious Ford's vision of sexual paranoia. That paranoid contempt results in the defining of a woman as a pariah even if she has been forced to live with Indians. She must face this hostility when she returns to her Christian origins, which are too often cold and unforgiving of any frailties, such as the normal human response to overwhelming power, which is almost always submission when the choice is to live or be killed. That is why one of white women who has lived with the Commanches for years refuses to go back. She knows the general rejection will be nearly unbearable. This is Ford's disappointment with how Christianity has been interpreted.The greatness of Christianity is found in its compassion and its forgiveness of human limitations. The worst side of it is found in the ideologues so stuffed with pieties they find it easy to reject the unrelenting facts of humanity.
The film is harsh and simple--no dramatic gunfights or conventional excitement. What excitement Ford chooses to show is the self-righteous glee and rage that attends the lynching of a kidnapped boy who has been with the Commanches for so long that he has become one. Perhaps in his willingness to murder out of ethnic hatred, the boy is expressing as much of his white heritage as he is that of his kidnappers. Ford pushes that blade in and twists it. He knew lynching was also an expression of identity, a ritual in which whiteness declared itself against all real or imagined enemies. It put the world in its proper place. The yokels whom Ford has consistently drawn earlier as buffoon figures or crude stiffs cease to be funny when that very same ignorance and backwardness we have seen made broad fun of transfers itself into the simple-minded form of rough justice that plants the "strange fruit" of a body hanging from a tree.
The boy who is lynched is perhaps as savage as his killers but more savage than the whites imagine ALL the Indians to be. Some of the Commanches are shrewd and know that their historical time has passed and that they must get whatever they can from the white man while the getting is good, since he will change the rules whenever he concludes that changing them will work to his advantage. Those shrewd Commanches are bitterly resigned. They feel the cold metal of modern life closing in on them while others chant into the night, assuming their gods will deflect the bullets of the white man when the inevitable conflicts arrive next. That makes such Commanches simultaneously tragic and dangerous. Their gods have been outdone and they do not know it. Or do not want to know it. Their fate, like that of Stone Calf, is to die in battle believing they are protected by their prayers and their singing. For this reason, there is no drama when Stone Calf steps forward and is easily killed by James Stewart's marshall. His naive beliefs have made him less a great warrior than a pathetic man who has duped himself into such vulnerability that he does not even put up a good fight. He is the only one surprised by what happens when the bullets come his way.
One particularly powerful moment shows how easily one can become something that one did not start out as takes place when the Mexican woman who has been the wife of the warlike Indian Stone Calf automaticallys lifts fistfuls of dirt and chants a death song after he has been slain. When stopped and pulled away, she remembers how much she hated Stone Calf and spits on his corpse. A variaton on this happens when the boy who is about to be lynched cries out when a music box he loved to listen to before he was kidnapped is knocked over and he suddenly, for a moment, remembers who was once upon a time. There again is the Fordian sense of tragedy: the boy has been claimed by a woman settler who convinces herself that he is her lost child. Her fantasy leads to her death once she unties the boy. She dies because of something she wants to believe and he dies because he does not accept his blood heritage, which he has forgotten.
The boy screams as loudly when he is about to be hanged as he did when protesting that he was not white but a Commanche as his captors traded him back to the white men for some repeating rifles. That is one layer of tragedy; the deepest is that, hearing that tune come from the music box, he has the Proustian moment and his entire childhood with his family reappears in his mind, a few minutes before he will join all of the dead, a symbol of murder left to defile a tree and rot. So our fantasies and our memories make and unmake us. Only our compassion humanizes us. There it is.
This is an important film about American identity, true or imposed, nurtured in one situation, transformed in another. No one other John Ford--or since Ford!--has presented or pursued such complex ethnic issues, all the while rising above the predictable narrows of propaganda. The rich and forboding aspects of our miscegenated American lives and our collective history--in style or religion or blood--have remained beyond most of our filmmakers and almost all of our writers of fiction. You have got to watch that John Ford: he'll upset you. Even when he makes a film that is not a total classic, the mind and the passions of a genius are expressing themselves, and some of that combination rubs off on the work at hand, forever gleaming like big, big nuggets in the wet pan of the prospector.
 Pretty bad...especially for John Ford. December 17, 2002
Ghenghis (Monvolia)
11 out of 25 found this review helpful
Suppose he gets a Mulligan for this one though.I usually have a strong precognition about Westerns I've never seen or heard about-that's cause they generally [are not good]. And this one didn't disappoint. Semi-light "buddy" formula with occasional serious overtones, or in this case undertones. I don't know what to say, I'm speechless. Just a really bad movie. Only Gregory Peck's "Shoot Out" comes close to it's pure awfulnissity. Oh yeah, Woody Strode as a Commanche....right. And Richard Widmark's character takes the cake as a 45 yr. old West Point grad that is STILL a Lieutenant in the Cavalry. Apparently a symbolic demotion for accepting a role in a movie with such a pitiful script. Jimmy Stewart as a deranged bi-polar mercenary is the capper. You've been warned.
 Two great actors ride together January 13, 2003
11 out of 12 found this review helpful
It may seem crazy to disagree with a director's own assessment of a film but I like John Ford's "Two Rode Together" a great deal. Ford was in his mid-sixties and slipping when he made this film and some of the plot inconsistencies seem to have escaped him entirely. But the interplay between Stewart and Widmark is wonderful; this was the last great performance of Stewart's career, the best American actor who ever stepped in front of a camera. Francois Truffaut reportedly was influenced by their work when he put together his film "Jules and Jim." I also like the flat-out frankness in dealing with the Indian captive problem on the frontier, which was no little dilema at the time.
Any Ford is better than no Ford... February 27, 2000
4 out of 6 found this review helpful
This is not a great movie.It's sort of a smattering of great scenes from various Ford films of the past. On its own, however, it just doesn't quite hold together. I don't think Ford was very interested in making this movie, and it shows. But still you have those flashes of brilliance that shine forth in even the worst Ford movie.[Watch for the scene with Stewart and Widmark sitting on the river banks). Still I wouldn't regard this as evidence of the great man's decline, because the next year he bounced back with "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance." Ford at his worst was still a lot better than many other directors at their best!
 Fun for any western genre fan. June 30, 2000
4 out of 8 found this review helpful
So its not oscar winning material! This movie is great for watching a trio of old Hollywood pros having a good time. Jimmy Stewart plays against type as a down and out lawman who finds a reason to change. Richard Widmark (my all time favorite actor) is great as usual as a soldier who lives his values and John Ford directs the cast with style. Enjoy!
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