For John, BLUF: Missing the forest for the trees. Nothing to see here; just move along.
Review: Glenn Frankel, High Noon: The Hollywood Blacklist and the Making of an American ClassicSource is The Washington Free Beacon and the Writer is Mr Joseph Bottum.
This review is about a book about the best Western ever. And the best scene in High Noon?. Toward the end Johnny, a 14 year old kid, brings around the buckboard and Mrs Kane gets up and the Marshall, as a last act, throws his badge in the dust at the feet of the Town Fathers.
Here is the Penultimate Paragraph of the review:
If Glenn Frankel’s book about High Noon starts out wrong and nonetheless clears the jump, it stumbles on its landing. And the reason is mostly that Frankel can’t bring himself to reject communism or believe that the Soviets truly constituted a threat. It’s not that he embraces the Soviet creed. It’s rather that—a good American liberal of an old-fashioned 1970s-sort of breed—he plugs away with an unreflective anti-anti-communism. For Frankel, the Venona intercepts seem never to have been revealed and the archives of the Soviet Union were never opened. For him, only in conservative fantasy were the communists plotting against America—even the America for which High Noon provides an allegory. At best, the author believes in moral equivalence: bad as the commies were, the anti-commies were just as bad. Probably worse.The whole thing reminds me of America today, with the reflexive anti-Trump approach of many Progressives and fellow travelers. Is President Trump Marshal Will Kane? Time will tell.
It is sad. So sad.
Hat tip to the InstaPundit.
Regards — Cliff