A sympathetic examination of the poor treatment of the Sioux in the 1860s is more historically accurate than most Westerns from this era, but is fairly tepid when it comes to dramatic content. Van Heflin lacks presence, and shares an inconsequential romance with Yvonne De Carlo, who serves no purpose other than to look improbably glamorous. The ending is something of an anti-climax, but the film, shot in Technicolor, looks terrific
Review of Tomahawk
