"Each man has a song and this is my song." (Leonard Cohen)

Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Ox-Bow Incident (Fox, 1943)

Grim, dark, stark, this film still has the power to shock

Westerns that have little action, a lot of talking and are shot on studio sets, movies so static that they could be filmed plays, are maybe not proper Westerns at all. Yet sometimes a Western ‘play’ comes along that is a truly great film and The Ox-Bow Incident is one such.

Henry Fonda and director William A Wellman nagged Darryl Zanuck into making it. Zanuck agreed to the uncommercial vehicle only if Wellman and Fonda signed up to more audience-friendly movies. As Zanuck predicted, it did little at the box office in the darkest hours of the Second World War when Westerns were popular but only if they contained color and shooting and scenery. But it became one of the best ‘serious’ Westerns in the history of the genre and is still to be admired.

The story is of a lynching, in 1885 Nevada, when some townspeople take it into their head to hang three men they believe guilty of rustling and murder. In the only 75 minutes of its length, it succeeds, thanks to the fine original book by Walter van Tilburg Clark and the Lamar Trotti screenplay, as well as the excellent Wellman direction, in delineating and developing the characters. In 1943 the message of how easily justice and right may be perverted was one that struck home.

Of course the film has Henry Fonda in it and is therefore strong, tough and moving. His stand for justice is all the more effective because he is just an ordinary cowpoke, apt to drink and fight. Nebraska-born Fonda was fourteen years old when he observed a lynching. He watched a mob from the second floor window of his father's print shop. "It was the most horrendous sight I'd ever seen… We locked the plant, went downstairs, and drove home in silence. My hands were wet and there were tears in my eyes. All I could think of was that young black man dangling at the end of a rope." Fonda made several films condemning the evil of lynching and questioning capital punishment in general.

But there are fine supporting actors too. Frank Conroy, as the leader of the mob, decked out in his Confederate uniform, is a swine, as despicable for his treatment of his own sensitive son as he is for his perversion of justice. But the worst of the rabble is a fat woman, brilliantly played by Jane Darwell, who jokes at the condemned men’s expense and sits with another odious member of the lynch mob and cackles as the victims are condemned. What makes these members of the lynch mob so especially appalling is their total lack of respect for either human life or for justice. The preacher is pathetically ineffectual. Fonda and his friend William Eythe, along with a decent store keeper, Harry Davenport, are observers and though they stand against it, they do not intervene. The men are hanged.

Of the three victims, Dana Andrews is moving and the great Francis Ford full of pathos as the feeble-minded old man but Anthony Quinn is outstanding. It is extraordinary how Quinn could bring such power to a ‘minor’ role. The movie observes the classical unities and is a tragedy in the true sense. It is a whole (notice how the two riders come in at the beginning and a dog crosses the street and you have a mirror image of this at the end).

Grim, dark, stark, this film still has the power to shock.



  1. Some movies are so good, that in their own ways, they transcend the genre that they are in. The Ox Bow Incident isn't a western to me. It's on some different level of greatness.

    I'm pretty desensitized by violence nowadays. So I was never really shocked. What this movie had the power to do to me though, was hold me in complete suspense. I kept wondering with anticipation what was going to happen next?

    I'm normally a little skittish when it comes to watching a movie this old, with this type of theme. I could easily have seen Henry Fonda's character being a milksop young man, fresh out of law school, preaching throughout the whole movie as it fell on deaf ears, then loudly crying and reading the letter in the bar at the end, while everyone else starts bawling. How wrong I was. The sub-human posse members pretty much stayed the same, and Henry's character came out maybe a little wiser, but probably damaged in such a way that I fear he would never be able to recover from. What a neat, rough, well written character.

    Also, what impressed me, was how uniquely grotesque they were able to make most of the individual lynch mob members. They would easily have been right at home, drinking with the other cast of degenerates in that bar that the marriage took place in during that scene from "Ride the High Country." Personally, the deputy gets my vote for the one I'd have personally liked to have seen get beaten to death.

    Anthony Quinn's character didn't do the other two victims any favors by being stuck with them. I kinda got the feeling that if he didn't do this crime, he was hung for something else he should have been caught for. Doesn't matter. Those fools were just plain bloodthirsty. And you are absolutely right about his performance. The amount of balls he showed at the end made you respect his character instead of just pitying him.

    I shouldn't have waited until reading your blog entry to have have watched this remarkable film. It did get it's own Criterion release afterall, so I have been aware of its existence. However, since it's your well respected opinion that finally coaxed me into a giving it a chance, a big thanks for that my good man! Also, reading that it was supposedly one of Robert Mitchum's favorite movies didn't hurt either.

  2. Yup, no doubt about it, a fine, fine film.