The Telegraph Trail (1933)

User Rating:

6.1/10   

Director:

Tenny Wright

Writers:

Kurt Kempler (adaptation)
Kurt Kempler (story)

Release Date:

18 March 1933 (USA)

Genre:

Western

Plot:

A greedy businessman-turned-renegade foments an Indian uprising against the coming telegraph to perpetuate his economic stranglehold on the territory.

Plot Keywords:

Telegraph | Cavalry | Native American Attack | Wagon Train | Handwriting

Cast

John Wayne	...	John Trent
Duke	...	Duke, John's Hose (as Duke the Miracle Horse)
Frank McHugh	...	Corporal Tippy
Marceline Day	...	Alice Keller
Otis Harlan	...	Uncle Zeke Keller
Albert J. Smith	...	Gus Lynch
Yakima Canutt	...	High Wolf
Lafe McKee	...	Lafe

Runtime:

54 min | USA:60 min (original release)

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.37 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono (Western Electric Sound System)

Certification:

Norway:A (1933)

Company:

Leon Schlesinger Studios

Trivia:

This is the film that James Cagney is shown as an example of talking pictures (and the reason for his impending unemployment) in Footlight Parade (1933).

Quotes:

Corporal Tippy: [Referring to Alice] I told ya she's in cahoots with Lynch.
John Trent: I don't know what their game is, but I'm not letting any woman pull the wool over my eyes!
Corporal Tippy: What wool?

Movie Connections:

Referenced in You Ought to Be in Pictures (1940)

Soundtrack:

My Pony Boy

More Comedy than Western

This kid-friendly Oater was obviously intended for the Saturday morning double-features which droves of kids attended in the 30's and 40's. Mom & Dad dropped you off while they did the weekly shopping and you had a double-feature, a couple of cartoons, a 3-Stooges short and a Movietone news to entertain you, all for a dime. I know because I saw hundreds of them. Anyway, about this picture, it pays very little homage to the so-called plot which involves something to do with the new invention of the telegraph bringing communication across the continent. It has hundreds of extras (they must have been cheap to hire in those days) dressed as settlers, cavalry or Indians backing up the star (John Wayne) and the requisite pretty lady played by Marceline Day. In those days, the studio executives must have been convinced that the Cowboy and his faithful horse sidekick (ala Roy Rogers and Trigger) was a winning formula, so they paired John Wayne with a beautiful white stallion named Duke. The major attraction of this movie is the continual series of sight gags and gaffes which we never noticed as kids. In one scene, John Wayne is on top of a telegraph pole sending a message back to the Fort and a crowd of 10-12 Indians rides up and begins shooting at him. Wayne pulls his trusty six-shooter, fires once, and kills the Indian with the headdress. THEN WAYNE PUTS HIS GUN BACK IN HIS HOLSTER! What kind of direction was that? Can you believe John Wayne ever quit fighting a hoard of enemies in his life? Well, he does in this movie. I guess it was because he wanted to wait until the Indians fired off a volley at him; this would allow him to pretend to be hit so that he could fall off the pole (ouch!) and fake his death. Naturally, the gullible Indians were fooled, so they rode off at an accelerated gallop (all the galloping scenes are speeded up about 20% to make things more exciting), and before they have gone 50 yards, we see John Wayne getting to his feet. Then we find out that he wanted the feathered headdress so he could strip off his shirt (showing the manly Wayne chest), don the headdress and, pretending to be an Indian, join the Indians attacking the settlers, and then slip through the line of wagons (in a circle, naturally) and reenter the camp where he can join up with the beautiful girl. Of course, he can't begin fighting the circling Indians until he ducks into a tent and grabs a beautiful fringed-leather shirt and puts it on. One must be properly dressed when fighting Indians! All in all, this movie is fun to watch and if you are an old codger like me, it will bring back lots of wonderful memories of all those Saturday mornings long ago.