The Man from Laramie (1955), directed by Anthony Mann.
A secretive ex-Army officer wants to know how his brother came to die in an Indian ambush. He makes trouble for the local cattle baron and his dangerous son.
I have problems with this one. It's way too talky. The belligerent / cowardly / sadistic son of the rich man is just too much. Does he have any need to sell rifles to the Indians?
The violence probably elevates its critical reputation: the psycho shoots Stewart's mules, drags him through a fire and shoots a bullet through his hand. Suffering these things, Stewart is often wild-eyed and panicked, which is a new level of reasonable realism.
Stewart's fifth and final western with Anthony Mann. Filmed in New Mexico.
George Duning's score is fine, but the title song is... well, let me delight you with the lyrics:
The man from LaramieOh, he was friendly to everyone he metNo one seemed to know a thing about himHe had an air of mysteryHe was not inclined to speak his mindThe man from LaramieThe man from LaramieEveryone admired the fearless strangerDanger was this man's specialtySo they never bossed or double crossedThe man from Laramie
Twilight Time Blu-ray.