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Train Buffs will Enjoy this Stiff Account of the "Iron Horse" and its Celebration as the Catalyst for "Manifest Destiny" that would Not be Denied.

It's Not Cinemascope, but a Technicolor Film.

The Post Civil-War Story and the Bitterness is Threaded Throughout the Plot but goes Virtually Nowhere.

The Acting is Stoic.

The Comedy Relief is Labored.

The Action is Average Stuff when it Occurs, and it's Not Often.

This is a Good Example of the Studio System Entering the Second Half of the 20th Century Riding the Rails of Past Glories.

Laziness Resulted in Bloated Productions that Became more Product than Art.

The Fat-Cats in Hollywood would Drain the System for another 20 Years before it Finally Gave Up the Ghost.

1950 was about the Beginning of the Decline.

There was a Sense of Atrophy as the Movie Machine made its way after a Two Decade Ride of Full Control.

Thankfully Randolph Scott would Ride the 1950's Proud as He Hooked Up with Budd Boetticher.

Excellent Movie Entertainment that were Self-Produced.