This is a damn good western from the mid-thirties, and it features two or filmdom's more rugged players, Richard Dix and Preston Foster, in leading roles. There's a natural masculinity both in the movie itself and its stars that many films strive for and few achieve. A good number of fights pepper the film as well. I cannot say that the plot is unique or memorable, but the presentation is. Hungarian-born Charles Vidor directed vigorously. Also of note are a couple of black characters in fairly unstereotyped roles, and the woman does something near the end of the film that will knock your socks off.
Review of The Arizonian
