A thriving town sells its soul. The Proud Ones is directed by Robert D. Webb and adapted to screenplay by Edmund H. North and Joseph Petracca from the Verne Athanas novel. It stars Robert Ryan, Jeffrey Hunter, Virginia Mayo, Robert Middleton, Walter Brennan, Arthur O'Connell, Ken Clark and Rodolfo Acosta. A De Luxe Color/Cinemascope production, with music by Lionel Newman and cinematography by Lucien Ballard. Flat Rock, Kansas, and the coming of the railroad and the trail herds has the town eagerly planning for prosperity. Cass Silver (Ryan), the no nonsense marshal of Flat Rock is expecting trouble, and he gets it… Splendidly mounted Oater that features a strong cast and colourful Scope photography by one of the masters of his craft. The story is hardly breaking new ground, the narrative clearly harks to more well known genre pieces of the 50s, though the oedipal theme that runs throughout adds an extra dimension. In trying to steer the pic away from formulaic over drive, the makers insert an affliction on our tough old boy marshal, namely he is suffering bouts of dizziness and blindness, which naturally couldn't have arrived at a more inopportune moment since Cass Silver has pretty much got to tackle the town's bad eggs on his own. Or has he? Enter Hunter's angry young man, gunning for Cass because he killed his outlaw father, allegedly in cold blood. And this is where we get oedipal from, and it adds some meat to the formula skeleton. This is very good Western film making, plenty of machismo fuelled set-pieces, plenty of brooding and yearning, and it all builds to a ripper of a climax. There's few surprises in store, and Mayo and Brennan are sadly wasted, but this deserves to be better known and more importantly, it deserves to be thought of better than merely being a High Noon clone. Besides which, Robert Ryan is ace, no matter his age he always delivers grace and grizzle in equal measure. 7.5/10

“Cass” (Robert Ryan) is the sheriff of a frontier town who just about manages to keep law an order. Then a blast from his past arrives to upset his carefully crafted equilibrium. “Barrett” - rather anachronistically called “Honest” (Robert Middleton) arrives in town bent on a little expansion. Initially, it looks like his luck might be in as an early altercation between “Cass” and one of his goons sees the lawman take a clout to the head. Shortly afterwards, headaches and double-vision ensue, and then just when he thinks things can’t be much worse for him and fiancée “Sally” (Virginia Mayo) in rides “Thad” (Jeffrey Hunter). He’s running with some beeves but, believe it or not, he also has an axe to grind with the “Cass” who killed his pa. Now, with his eyesight failing and “Honest” seeing a chance to cement his control of a town of largely spineless and venal folk, “Cass” has to convince the young “Thad” that his father wasn’t the man he thought he was, and that he ought to think about taking a badge himself. Though he doesn’t really feature so often, it’s really Middleton’s suave and sophisticated character that helps make this western just a bit different from the usual processional affair. Ryan, too, delivers solidly as his character must deal with the fact that his sight is failing, and therefore so is his usefulness - to the town and to his gal. Hunter does enough and Mayo, well I think she only ever had parts designed to let her smile but never really contribute much more, and there are a few scenes here that keep the action front and centre. I was surprised at just how underused Walter Brennan was, but it’s still an enjoyable outing peppered with some menace as we go along.