Oh sure. This has some good moments, but it's mostly just as candy-coated and filled with fantastic aphorisms as the rest of these cowboy movies. Glenn Ford (who I love, as you probably know) is perfectly cast in this. He's excellent – by turns charming and gruff and sensitive and funny. What a great actor! Jack Lemmon, however... is miscast. He's too cartoony an actor at this point in his career to really be able to do the kind of emotional work he's supposed to do in the movie. Delmer Daves would have been much better off with an actor who's more of a leading man type. This was the kind of part written for a young Monty Clift or James Dean. Lemmon makes the whole thing feel silly.
And as for this being some sort of real cowboy story? It ends with Jack Lemmon and Glenn Ford sitting in bathtubs next to one another shooting at cockroaches in a fancy Chicago hotel. No corn and no clichés? Come on.
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