Why would I want to buy a Bluray of a 1948 black-and-white film that, according to Bluray.com’s Jeffrey Kauffman, (a) “isn’t up to the incredible standards of some of the other Warner classics of this era”, (b) was “sourced from a print and not a fine grain master positive or original negative,” (c) suffers from “minor emulsion issues (the opening few seconds are the worst), [and] occasional white flecks and scratches,” (d) could have provided “richer blacks,” and (e) includes “a few scenes are noticeably softer than the bulk of the film”?
The only interesting psychological undercurrent in Fort Apache is that Henry Fonda is playing a facsimile of the cold, heartless prick that Jane Fonda said he was in real life, when she and younger brother Peter were kids. He undoubtedly used this aspect of himself to play his Fort Apache character, an arrogant, George Custer-like general.
And as long as we’re discussing yet another John Ford Monument Valley film, consider once again my post about the utter idiocy of anyone living in Monument Valley in the mid to late 1800s (or the early 1900s even) due to the complete lack of life-sustaining minerals and elements. Ford’s Monument Valley is the biggest truckload of scenic bullshit ever dumped in the lap of the ticket-buying public. Monument Valley is only a slightly more hospitable environment than the surface of the moon, by which I mean it has oxygen and prettier scenery.