It’s not as famous today as it was back then, and it doesn’t star John Wayne, which has worked against it. On top of that, it is extremely liberal with the facts (read: it would have been easier just to base it on a work of fiction with no real names) and it starts with a cliché (which never actually happened in real life, so could have been avoided without loss).
And yet, My Darling Clementine (1946) is, by far, the best western I’ve ever seen.
Why? Well, maybe it’s just the fact that it wasn’t a noir film or something from the Italian neorealist school that made me enjoy it as much as I did, but, more probably, it was the interplay of the male and female characters–there are about six different storylines woven into this one–and the development of the town around them that makes the film so watchable. It develops the central theme (the events around the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday) while showing the rich tapestry of the developing west around it.
From about fifteen minutes in until the end, the movie becomes much more sophisticated and interesting than the Western norm and Henry Fonda gives a different take on Wyatt Earp than what you’re expecting. When you read about it like that, it’s a recipe for disaster, but it’s a tribute to director John Ford that it comes together as well as it does.
So we’ll recommend this one highly, not just to people who are looking for a good shoot-’em-up (there’s plenty of that, thankfully) but also to those who enjoy a film with surprising depth.
The only people we emphatically wouldn’t recommend it to are those who are obsessive about the history of the American West, unless you can turn that part of you off. In the first few minutes of the film, James Earp whom in real life, survived until 1926, is killed. And it’s all downhill, accuracy-wise, from there!