Jeff Arnold’s West

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White Feather (Fox, 1955)


It moves at a stately pace


This movie is best viewed as the last part of a Delmer Daves trilogy. In 1950 Daves directed, for Twentieth Century-Fox, a very good, and highly influential film about Apaches, Broken Arrow starring James Stewart. In 1954 he both directed and wrote another ‘Indian’ picture, about the Modocs this time, Drum Beat with Alan Ladd, over at Warners. Click the links for our reviews. In 1955, back at Fox, he wrote and was scheduled to direct a third, White Feather, about Plains Indians. But he left Fox just at that time and direction fell into the hands of replacement Robert D Webb. Still, White Feather is recognizably a Daves project and it plays further variations on a Daves theme. In some ways, Delmer Daves made Broken Arrow three times.



The titles say something, in fact, because a broken arrow, Cochise’s, was a sign of peace after war, while drum beats, those of the Modoc chief Captain Jack, are a sign of looming conflict. A white feather is more ambiguous symbol: it was not supposed to be the kind of plume sent by base people to presumed cowards in early twentieth-century British melodramas. The white feather concerned here, attached to a dagger and thrown at the feet of an enemy, is a gauntlet-like challenge to fight from a Cheyenne brave. Will it be taken up or not?


The main attraction of this picture is the production. It is big in every way. There are huge widescreen vistas of ‘Wyoming’ (Durango – this was the first Hollywood Western to be shot there) beautifully photographed by Lucien Ballard, no less. And there are vast numbers of extras, both Indians and US Cavalry. It’s really quite impressive, especially the long shots.


Sadly, though, it’s rather ponderous and lumbering as a film. At 102 minutes it is far from fast-paced and you feel that it needed snappier editing. We have to put this down to the director.


Robert D Webb was not in the front rank of Western movie directors. He had served as assistant director on Fox’s blockbuster Jesse James in 1939, and White Feather was his first Western in the director’s chair. The following year, 1956, he directed his best Western, The Proud Ones with Robert Ryan and Virginia Mayo (in which Ryan was splendid), and Love Me Tender, the rather poor Elvis Presley film purportedly about the Reno brothers but not really. In 1960 he helmed the so-so Alan Ladd vehicle Guns of the Timberland. He also directed a Rawhide episode and a Daniel Boone one on TV. It isn’t that impressive as a Western CV. It’s a pity that Daves wasn’t in the chair, although having said that, Drum Beat was pretty ropey.


Director Webb


Broken Arrow had a brave hero acting as a go-between for noble Native Americans and racist whites, and marrying a fair Indian maid. Drum Beat, on the other hand, had as its hero an Indian fighter and the story was really a regression to the old style of Hollywood Western, with Indians as the baddies, and in that picture the hero went for a safe white bride. Still, Daves did try to moderate the anti-Indian sentiment in the latter movie and in both statesmanlike reason is seen to prevail over hot-headedness (on both sides) and violence.


White Feather immediately reminds us of those earlier pictures. For one thing, Sonseeahray is in it: she’s called Appearing Day this time, which is rather poetic (and easier to say and spell). Debra Paget (replacing earlier mooted Rita Moreno) was extraordinarily graceful. She was only 15 when Broken Arrow was filmed and she went on to corner the market in beautiful Indian girls (see The Last Hunt, for example, in which she also pipped another actress, Anne Bancroft this time, for the part of fair Indian maiden). And not only was the dreaded ‘miscegenation’ allowed in 1955, Appearing Day didn’t have to die. It is noticeable, though, that she has much less make-up than she did in Arrow: She’s whiter. So that’s OK.


Debra’s back


Daves had spent some time in his youth with the Hopi and Navajo Indians and had a particular affinity for their side of the story, which before the 1950s was rarely told. He also did a lot of research – he said. Broken Arrow is reasonably ‘historical’, yes, but Drum Beat is, factually, unmitigated tosh, almost offensively so. This one, White Feather, is betwixt and between.


This time it’s not James Stewart or Alan Ladd liaising with the Indians and doing a one-man diplomatic mission, but young and skinny Robert Wagner, as Josh Tanner. Wagner was fresh from his second billing as Spencer Tracy’s son Joe in Broken Lance and a couple of years after White Feather was to be Jesse James in Fox’s remake of that yarn, The True Story of Jesse James (also with Jeffrey Hunter). But he only did four Westerns in total and didn’t seem to be very enamored of the genre. In White Feather he is satisfactory, I guess, no complaints really, though he hardly sets the prairie on fire. You can’t help thinking it would be a different matter with a major Western star leading, Peck, say, or even Widmark.


Wagner on set


As far as the Indians go, apart from Debra we first have Jeffrey Hunter. The following year he was to be the only half-Indian Martin Pawley in The Searchers but here he is Little Dog, the full-blooded son of the Cheyenne chief. His friend is the bellicose American Horse, played by Hugh O’Brian. O’Brian was already a Western vet – this was his eighteenth oater – and that very year he was to start his extraordinarily long run as Wyatt Earp on TV (226 episodes, 1955 – 61).


Hunter must decide whether to fight


He’d soon be Wyatt Earp


The big chief, Broken Hand, Jeff’s dad, is Eduard Franz. I like Mr Franz. Though born in Milwaukee, he always retained enough of an accent to play the foreigner or Indian (or maybe he put the accent on). He’d started as Two Moons in Broken Lance and was excellent as Red Cloud in The Indian Fighter. He went on to do a heap of Western TV shows. He’s one of the stand-outs of White Feather.


Chief Franz


Why all these Hollywood white men as Indians? These days we don’t do that. Post-Dances with Wolves, especially. Now we take care to have American Indians playing American Indians, even if they are rarely if ever members of the actual tribe portrayed. But before we criticize 50s (or present-day) Hollywood too much for this, we should perhaps remember that acting and plays were alien to the Indian tradition. There was no corps of Indian actors waiting in the wings. And, worse, the financers of movies were very unlikely to use unknown ‘ethnic’ actors in Hollywood films when bankable white actors with known names were available. You can hardly blame Daves or Webb.


As for the white parts, well, it’s always nice to see Noah Beery Jr (just Noah Beery now). He is Lieutenant Ferguson, US Cavalry, and has a small but strong part as the canny and experienced soldier who is often seen quietly and knowingly observing the action. Emile Meyer from Shane is excellently malevolent as the drunken, Indian-hating brute of a store owner/barman. Meyer was another one who always brought color to a minor role. In this movie Meyer completes a trilogy of racist and corrupt storekeeper/sutlers (Will Geer in Broken Arrow, Elisha Cook Jr in Drum Beat). I don’t know what Daves had against storekeepers. Of course, many sutlers were actually corrupt, having purchased their franchises from crooked politicians in Washington and charging high prices to recoup their outlay. And Milburn Stone, Doc from Gunsmoke, is the unpleasant politician commissioner.


Stone, Franz, Wagner, Lund, Beery


Only John Lund as the colonel was a bit bland, I thought. Though a popular Fox star, he was only in seven Westerns, where he was often a major or colonel. In White Feather it’s a biggish part and it really needed someone with a bit more weight or Western knowhow, I don’t know, Lloyd Bridges maybe or John Ireland would have done.


Dale Robertson was slated to appear in the picture (I don’t know in which role) but in the end didn’t.


The opening words, spoken by Tanner/Wagner in voiceover, are “What you are about to see actually happened”, a sure sign that we are in for unhistorical melodrama, which is what we get. The voiceover echoes that of James Stewart’s Jeffords in Broken Arrow.


The plot, rather curiously, was based on a short story, My Great Aunt Appearing Day, by John Prebble, born in Middlesex, England, died in London, the author of a successful book on the Battle of Culloden (where Butcher Cumberland defeated Bonnie Prince Charlie, as doubtless you know). Hardly the author one would expect for a story about the Laramie Treaty and the Indian wars. There we are. He also wrote the screenplay of Zulu. You learn a lot on this blog. It’s all useless knowledge but never mind. Prebble’s story was supposedly “based on fact”. Believe that if you will. The film rights were purchased by Panoramic Productions, a company under Leonard Goldstein, who had a ten-picture deal with Fox, of which this one was the last. Early into the shoot, Goldstein died unexpectedly.


Writer Prebble, screenplay creator Daves, producer Goldstein


You could say that this film is a kind of prequel to Cheyenne Autumn in the sense that it tells how the Cheyenne agreed to move south, and John Ford takes up the story from there.


Fort Laramie, far from being the tranquil, open place in a bend of the river, as it is now (I loved it there), is presented as an absolutely enormous adobe structure. Much of the budget must have gone on that. Or maybe it was already there in Durango, left over from a Beau Geste film.



A key scene happens when Broken Hand asks Tanner to talk to Little Dog and bring him round. This talk reprises scenes in Broken Arrow and Drum Beat: in each case the decent white man tries to find words that will show the desirability of peace. Cochise responds with wisdom and reason. Captain Jack answers with hostility. In White Feather, Little Dog is conflicted. On the one hand he respects his father and wants to obey him; on the other, he just cannot meekly accept the annihilation of the Cheyenne way of life. That’s where the movie is positioned too, somewhere between Broken Arrow and Drum Beat, and it can’t quite make up its mind. You might say that was more realistic.


Key scene


The ending is a bit over the top and finally, saccharine. Tanner tends Little Dog’s body for a full three minutes before going off to marry his sister. He lovingly puts the comb he earlier gave Little Dog tenderly in his lifeless hand. These days you’d wonder if there wasn’t something homoerotic going on. But of course no one was gay in the 1950s.


White Feather was well received by the critics. Reviewer ‘AW’ in The New York Times called the picture “an honest, often tense and colorful film footnote to the legends of the frontier West.” The critic added, “The United States Cavalry and Cheyennes of White Feather emerge as humans rather than the familiar, assembly line types indigenous to this movie genre.” Variety liked it too, saying that the “Screenplay … is grippingly unfolded in colorful CinemaScope.” The reviewer added (though with dubious syntax), “Produced by the late Leonard Goldstein and directed by Robert D. Webb, the characters are all well portrayed by Wagner, Paget and Jeffrey Hunter, last as the chief’s son. Eduard Franz is superb as the venerable Indian chief, Broken Hand, while Hugh O’Brian is well chosen as Hunter’s warrior pal, American Horse. Noah Beery does one of his better thespian jobs as a cavalry lieutenant.”


The picture did OK if unspectacularly at the box office, making $1.6m on its $1.1m budget, but being well beaten by that year’s The Tall Men, which grossed $12m on release.


A final statement in the picture is cruelly ironic on one level: Tanner tells us that old Broken Hand lived to see his grandson enter West Point. So the boy will enter the ranks of those who oppressed his mother’s people. Great. I suppose the idea was, though, that he would continue the warrior tradition, and become an all-American fellow.


What else have I got to tell you about White Feather? Not much. It’s a worthy effort, quite dignified, a little elegiac but it’s rather too slow and it lumbers across the plains. Brian Garfield called it “sincere but dull” and Erick Maurel, “relativement décevant même si tout à fait honorable”. It’s essential viewing, though, as part of the Daves canon. I just wish Daves had directed it.


5 Responses

  1. You mentioned “And not only was the dreaded ‘miscegenation’ allowed in 1955.” The Production Code of 1934 prohibited miscegenation only between Blacks and whites, not Indians. See Part II, #6.

    And another item you mention: “Why all these Hollywood white men as Indians? These days we don’t do that. ” Unfortunately, Hollywood does. Yellowstone has two non-Natives playing Natives: kelsey Asbille Chow and Gil Birmingham. None are tribally enrolled but pretend to be. Adam Beach spoke out against them several years ago.

  2. As mentioned in my reply to your review of The Last Wagon I happened to have just seen that film and White Feather today in short succession. I should have mentioned that I have seen both before – but both only once and both 25 or more years ago. So really enjoyed seeing them both again. I remembered being pleasantly surprised by White Feather the first time, and on watching it again I feel you’re too critical of it. I agree there’s a tantalising What-If as to what it might have been like if Daves had directed it. I accept the story isn’t overly memorable and nor are most of the performers but it doesn’t really matter because if you choose to experience the film as a sort of morality-play pageant it’s a really engaging, at times moving watch. Taken as pageant- a prrogression through a series of tableaux, with drama in the foreground but landscape and history dominating in the background – I fine its pace to be stately rather than slow, not at all stodgy or boring and (as you do say in your review) visually stunning at times. And the anti-racism message, albeit stuck within the limits of 1950s Hollywood liberalism, which can only take us so far, is palpably sincere, more hard-hitting than usual and perhaps most strikingly, bestows genuine individuality upon the key Cheyenne characters.

    As you say, it’s also interesting as a sort of companion piece to Ford’s last Western, Cheyenne Autumn. Which I also consider somewhat underrated, but much more flawed than this. All in all, I’d say White Feather works perfectly on its own terms and is very underrated in the Western canon. I don’t intend to wait another 25 years (if I have another 25 years) before watching it again.

    1. Hi there.
      Glad you like the picture. I myself think it had strong points, especially visually. I didn’t actually call it boring, though I quoted Brian Garfield as saying it was dull. Still, I do think it’s too long and slow-paced. Anyway, each to his own!

      1. Indeed. I enjoyed the film more than you did, but also enjoyed your review. Whenever I’ve watched or rewatched a Western in recent times, checking your opinion is always an enjoyable post-script.

        I see on IMDB that there’s quite a few other punters who consider this one very underrated (though as always many dissenters too).

        One thing that’s puzzling in the film- you might not remember this having not seen the film as recently as me – is that as in lots of Westerns there’s a second female character, played by someone called Virginia Leith (who she?), who’s the daughter of the Emile Meyer character (but unlike him is a civilised, decent person). You sort of expect more plot-points out of her in relation to both her father and the Wagner and Paget characters but nothing really happens with her character, I wonder if parts of the role got cut out either before shooting or during editing.

        1. Yes, very possible she got edited.
          The ‘other woman’ character is a Western (and other genre) standard. Sometimes you get a rather posh one set against a racier saloon gal, and you wonder which one the hero will go for (usually the former).

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