The movie doesn't really have much of a point. The widow steals all the scenes she's in. Colbert plays her character as a panicked, screaming fainter. Fonda is his usual wooden self. I cracked up during some of the scenes of marauding Indians—if instead of watching the whole scene, I concentrated on one of the extras, it's obvious they didn't have their actions very well thought out in advance. They danced around and brandished their weapons, but didn't really hit or do anything. One guy actually began using his rifle as a broom.