Hombre

Paul Newman is at his best in this film. Strong, silent, self-sufficient, slow to speak, but when he speaks, it would be a good idea to listen. I have seen this film at least 20 times, and I get a kick out of it every time. I'm not a real fan of Mr. Newman, but he shines in this one. Richard Boone is about as nasty as a nasty ill-tempered ruffian can get, I wouldn't like to encounter someone like him. Frederic March gets as low as you can get, and has you hoping he will evaporate in the desert heat sooner than later. Frank Silvera is the most likable scumbag you will ever find, I love his "witsky" pronunskiation. The rest of the gang on this little journey through the desert are your basic wishy-washy change your mind at least 3 times a minute westerners out for stagecoach ride, and make John Russell look like the only "real man" within a hundred miles or more.