Interesting depiction of a pictorial artist (think Frederic Remington) and his devoted companion a large, stolid Native American. This was Hollywood in the very repressed 1950s. The tender final scene really makes this seem a sub rosa depiction of the love that "dare not speak it's name", at least on network TV in 1960.
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Warren Stevens portrays the artist Fred Jameson, a man's man, who shoots and drinks and arm wrestles (with George Kennedy in a bit part) and paints wonderful (if somewhat anachronistically impressionist style) scenes of the American West.
Nice scene when Miss Lily opens the package Fred leaves for her to reveal something he has (miraculously) painted in a matter of hours (overnight?)
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Warren Stevens portrays the artist Fred Jameson, a man's man, who shoots and drinks and arm wrestles (with George Kennedy in a bit part) and paints wonderful (if somewhat anachronistically impressionist style) scenes of the American West.
Nice scene when Miss Lily opens the package Fred leaves for her to reveal something he has (miraculously) painted in a matter of hours (overnight?)