A recognized classic of the genre, a film widely considered to be the benchmark of siege films (although the significantly more 'siegey' Sahara with Humphrey Bogarde was made in '43). I'm not overly fond of this movie, either in script or direction. But it is pulled to great by the actors and the roles they played. And not even so much the great John Wayne, but Dean Martin (a comparably great - Frank Sinatra's drinking buddy, though), as an alcoholic sheriff's deputy eager to quit drinking and find a human face. The divine crippled second deputy (Walter Brennan) is lame, whispery, dorky, but ruthless ). Ricky Nelson is young and precocious. And the utterly adorable, can't take your eyes off, Angie Dickinson. Incredibly lively face, smile and eyes. A poet's dream, really. Here they are, pulling the movie from sturdy good boy to excellent in combat and political training. Shooting, love and fights in saloons - as an addition.