It’s a Wyoming pioneer story, though filmed in Arizona. It’s 1876. Brit Tom Conti plays Duncan McKaskel, a Pennsylvanian hardened by the Civil War and vowing never to fire a gun at a man ever again, going out by wagon to join his brother who is with the 7th Cavalry under Custer (we of course know what will happen to the brother but he doesn’t, yet). With him are his wife Susannah (Kate Capshaw, with rather 1980s hair and cosmetics) and their plucky young son Tom (Kenny Morrison). They happen across a one-horse town and meet some very dubious and unsavory characters led by the villainous Doc Shabitt (Matt Clark). Doc and his crew of ne’er-do-wells steal Duncan’s two horses.
Three of the bad guys. Matt Clark in the middle is their boss.
Little do the outlaws know, though, that half-breed Con Vallian is in the environs. Con’s pa was a mountain man and his ma was a Blackfoot, and he has inherited all the skills of both. He’s a classic L’Amour hero. Vallian is of course played by Sam Elliott, perfect in the part, strong, silent, canny, wise in the ways of the West and with a twinkle in his eye.
Con helps Duncan get his horses back. A couple of the outlaws are killed in the fray, including Doc’s only son. Now the gang leader wants vengeance.
That’s about the plot. There’s a sub-plot of a renegade Ute (Patrick Kilpatrick) who, it turns out, slaughtered the inhabitants of a Blackfoot village, including Con’s ma, so as you may imagine Con is implacably on his trail – and he joins up with Doc Shabitt.
Con falls for Susannah and rather naughtily kisses her and watches her showering in her undies in a waterfall. Naughtily considering she loves her husband and tells him so.
There’s an entertaining and slightly surreal scene of the prairie furnished with Victorian furniture and bric-a-brac when they dump their overheavy load. It is in this open-air parlor that Con will have his showdown with the Ute.
Well, one by one the bandits are eliminated, you will not be surprised to hear. Both Mr and Mrs McKaskel show a good deal of Western grit for Easterners, and they earn the respect of the tough guy in buckskins.
It’s all rather enjoyable. I especially liked it when Sam Elliott announced, “The weak ain’t gonna inherit nothin’ west of Chicago.”
Jeff, I remember watching this Western on HBO back in February, 1987. I liked it then and I still do. I miss those made for HBO movies of the 1980's, because they were so much better than what HBO gives us today. Sam Elliott was born to make Westerns. It is a shame that Sam Elliott didn't come along 10 or 20 years earlier to Western movies. Elliott would have been a top notch Western Movie Star, but he's not done too bad. Elliott is the best leading man in Westerns during the post-1976 period, and he was at the top of his form in CONAGHER(1991).
I agree with you there, that Sam Elliott came along just after the glory days of the feature Western. He had to make do with TV. But he sure made a good fist of it!
I'll review Conagher another day.
"Rather enjoyable" says it pretty well. I flinched a little when one of the characters (Doc Shabbit I believe) said that one of the others "almost bought the farm". I was waiting for someone to use the term "the whole nine yards", but thankfully it didn't happen. Otherwise, it was entertaining and the characters interesting. PMA
Yes, anachronistic dialogue can sometimes disfigure a Western. You feel the screenplay writers ought to steep themselves in nineteenth century writing, reading memoirs of the time for example, before sitting down with MS Word (or a typewriter as it probably was then).