Review: The Kentuckian
Set in 1800s Kentucky, rugged, simple-minded Davy
Crockett-ish Burt Lancaster and his kid Donald MacDonald try to escape their
backwoods family feud situation and make a new life in Texas. Entering the town
of Pridesville, Lancaster’s bad family name gets him arrested by sheriff Rhys Williams,
only to be saved by pretty red-headed servant girl Dianne Foster, whom
MacDonald takes a particular shine to. The amazingly naïve Lancaster and kid
subsequently move in with his opportunistic older brother John McIntire and his
wife. Local school marm Diana Lynn takes a shine to the old man, much to the
annoyance of young MacDonald, who sees Foster as a better match. Trouble arises
in the form of brutal tavern owner Walter Matthau, who is now Foster’s keeper,
and has a fondness for whipping anyone who disagrees with him. John Carradine
has a choice cameo as a high-talkin’ doctor/snake oil salesman who cons poor,
naïve Lancaster, to Matthau’s amusement.
Hokey, but enjoyable directorial debut by star Lancaster,
this 1955 western is more family oriented (and more concerned with frontier
stuff than your typical white hats vs. black hats), but boasts a wonderfully
nefarious villain turn by Matthau, in an amazing film debut (OK, so he’s about
as Texan as Tony Montana, but c’mon, it’s a movie!). Along with master orator
Carradine, and the lovely Foster, he steals the film away from Lancaster. Burt
gives a fine enough turn, and not quite as dorky as some of his acrobatic roles
like “The Crimson Pirate”, if not as
great as some of his more serious acting turns in “Sweet Smell of Success” and the like. Shame about the amazingly
annoying young MacDonald, and Lynn is also incredibly annoying. For the latter,
I’m talking June Allyson/June Cleaver annoying here, as the cheery, shy-voiced
school marm Lancaster kinda romances, it’s an extraneous and uninteresting role.
Veteran character actor McIntire offers sturdy support, as always.
Scripted by A.B. Guthrie Jr. (“The Big Sky”, “Shane”),
from a novel by Felix Holt. It’s a minor picture, but Lancaster as director
showed promise, a shame this was his only stint behind the camera aside from “The Midnight Man” in 1974.
Rating: B-
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