You call this a western? Where were the horses? The hitching posts? The Red Eye Saloons, with their nickel beers and dance hall girls who'll take a young buck upstairs for a $20 gold piece and a shot of rye? Come to think of it, there was one eager little gal who stepped out with a gent a time or two, but she wouldn't give the Duke the time of day! Is this good filmmaking? And the Duke wasn't hardly himself at all, with his slicked up hair and store bought clothes. I barely recognized him! I thought for sure he woulda taken that pretty young thing out to the barn and give her swift hand to the backside, but he just stood there and took her guff! The Duke! I don't know what Hollywood is coming to when they can take a good, honest man like John Wayne and make him out to be a sissy. It darn near broke my heart to see him that way. Thank goodness True Grit was on next or I mighta busted out crying right there on the couch.
Review of Baby Face
