My Darling Clementine (John Ford, 1946) (rewatch)
I've been rewatching some Ford westerns with my mom, and the thing that strikes me most is how different all of his most acclaimed movies are vibe-wise. This has kind of that Liberty Valance small town thing going, but it's much more dark and brooding. Almost Tourneuresque, between that and the plot, but the framing is classic Ford and Ford at his most holy shit inducing. Most directors can't pull off such rapid editing as him and remain well within my graces, but everything he cuts to is as striking as what he cuts from. I hate to admit it but I think I'm pretty taken with ambition, otherwise this might be my favorite from him.
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