Some Things Never Change

Fort Utah. An Indian moves stealthily among rocks, then drops down on a lone rider. They grapple in a knife-and-death struggle. The scene, portrayed for what must be the millionth time, begins this assembly-line film, which includes almost every other cliche known to Western man. Nearly as old as the plot are the actors. An aging gunfighter (John Ireland), fleeing from his reputation, meets up with a wagon train carrying an aging, golden-haired lady (Virginia Mayo). Soon they are pursued by an aging villain (Scott Brady) and some aging Indians. In the end, Ireland blasts and batters his way out of trouble, and decides to remake his life at the Mayo clinic.

Presumably aimed at those customers who like to see the lower halves of double bills, Fort Utah never once rises above second-class status. Its covered wagon train predictably forms a circle at the first sign of Injuns, its cast mouths such ancient phrases as "you ornery cuss" and "I ain't seen hide nor hair of you." In a world of permanent revolution, it is reassuring to note that for undiscriminating moviegoers some things never change at all.

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