Maybe the first big blockbuster, somehow still leaving viewers flabbergasted a century later. Also one long missive about “cancel culture,,” basically.
John Wayne romances Maureen O’Hara against a backdrop so stereotypically Irish, you might puke.
A holiday classic about whether a crazy guy who thinks he’s Santa is actually Santa, made a time when studios insisted Christmas movies wouldn’t sell.
John Wayne drags a handsome guy around the American West because he is so racist. It’s kind of like the Odyssey.
Camps of migrants, driven out of their homes by economic hardship, hated by the locals and oppressed by the police. It’s hard to be an Oklahoman.