Ford the mythmaker was at the height of his powers in 1946's My Darling Clementine, but it's a remarkably relaxed and assured piece of work.

If ever there was a gateway drug to the happy addiction of Hollywood oaters, this is it.

The film subtly complicates viewer expectations early on, eschewing clear-cut character rivalries in favor of more complex emotional and social configurations.

A magnificent movie, filled with poetry and conflicting ideals about the need for law and order, and the ease with which it corrupts.