I just saw this on TCM today and...
...am amazed at how schizoid it is. Boobies and lips and a cloud of hair from Jane Russell, pouts and smirks from the undeniably beautiful Jack Buetel, and Walter Huston and Thomas Mitchell have to take up the slack in a sort of secondary buddy picture. I had read of this movie often but never before today had I glimpsed the spectacle. It's a western but then there's comedy sound effects music in it. Scenes go on forever and freaking ever (the barn scene). At one point there's a static shot of a wooden wall; I am totally serious. The still bed-ridden but apparently randy Billy suggests to Rio that maybe the sheriff will come back and she shouldn't go shopping with Aunt Guadalupe. Russell leaves the frame and there is an endless, what seems like 30-second shot of the space she occupied. Unless my channel spazzed out at that moment, I just cannot understand this at all. Hughes was many things, mostly obsessed with sex and control, but a great film-maker he wasn't.
Am I anywhere near the imaginary cliff?share