Robert Mulligan was the only American filmmaker to wade into such painfully vexing and frightfully bourgeois territory, and come out with a truly great film.

The Stalking Moon is a film in which (with apologies to Aristotle) the sum of its parts is greater than the whole, as a few noteworthy sequences aren't enough to rescue the overall movie.

A well-made but cautious early attempt at a revisionist Western that seems more like a sketch for a grander, grimmer tale the filmmakers weren't ready to tell.

It is all sympathetic enough but low on vitality.