This is a troubling and ingenious story set in the New Mexico territories (i.e. before it was a state) at the turn of the 19th century. It is thus a kind of film noir set in the past and out in the wilds of the West. But there are no 'cowboys and Indians'. Robert Mitchum stars as Jeb Rand, a young man whom mysterious people have always been trying to kill. He was saved when he was six by his adoptive 'Ma', Mrs. Callum (Judith Anderson), after a massacre at his parents' isolated cabin 'up in the Butte country'. Mitchum has blacked out the recollections of how his mother, father, sister and brother were all killed by a gang of terrifying men, or what the reason for it all was. He was not meant to survive, but his new 'Ma' pulled him from a hiding place, fled with him and raised him as her own son, along with her real son and daughter. The daughter is played by winsome Theresa Wright, but unlike most of her 'good girl' parts, she is permitted a huge acting range in this film and goes through extreme character changes very convincingly indeed. When she is in her murderous 'hate phase', she is very scary. Mitchum also does some acting for a change, unlike most of his roles where he is just himself. These miracles of thespianism must all have been brought about by Raoul Walsh, the director, who coaxed Mitchum and Wright into territory as unfamiliar, perhaps, as New Mexico itself. Theresa Wright was always a most congenial screen presence and, like Bonita Granville, brought a great deal of normality and good character to a screen full of, let's face it, pretty weird people. It is not for nothing that actresses like Theresa Wright were referred to as 'girl next door types', since we all secretly wished we really had such girls next door. The villain in this film is played by Dean Jagger. He plays a well-mannered man, skilled in all the social niceties, who after smiling at you will without any fuss at all pull out a gun and shoot you dead, then go back to filing his fingernails. Jagger was always good at playing such characters, namely sophisticated psychopaths. He would have made a good 'world leader'. I don't know why he reminds me of Dominique Strauss-Kahn, it must just be my imagination. Anyway, this film is really very good because the mystery of why 'they' are after poor, uncomprehending Robert Mitchum, continues all the way through and right up to the very end of the film. We keep wondering who and especially we wonder why. For once, someone's paranoid fears are shown to be justified. That must give comfort of a kind to us all. These days, of course, it is the IRS, but back then it was humans rather than humanoids who were the threat. The film also has a powerful continuing love story, namely the love between Mitchum and his adoptive sister Theresa Wright, whom he wishes to marry. Judith Anderson plays 'Ma' with grim jaw and a determination to forget the past. But the past catches up with everyone, and it has to be faced, even by her. Finally, at the end, we find out what it is all about, but not until we have run out of ideas of our own as to what can possibly have motivated the relentless vendetta.

A man has been pursued all his life but does not know why. The film opens with Mitchum's pursuers closing in on him and Wright coming to his side. He relates the story of his life to her, seen in flashbacks. It is strange that he tells her the story because she has been a part of his life since childhood. This bizarre film is unlike any other Western, and is really not a Western in the traditional sense. Mitchum and Wright are OK but the characters are not well developed and their motivations are unclear. Walsh enlivens the action scenes but can't rise above the disjointed script, not helped by the awkward storytelling structure.

Before tonight, I'd never seen this underrated western. It is a complex morality play as well as being a film noir. The film begins with a young boy (Jeb Rand) being rescued from a house destroyed.He becomes part of the family, sort of headed by Ma Callum (wonderfully maternal by the skilled Judith Anderson). He is well loved by this woman, and should have grown up a normal hard working individual if she'd had her way, much like his stepbrother Adam (John Rodney). To all outward appearances, he did. He universally accepts his fate when he loses a coin toss. As the loser, he goes to a war he has neither interest in or understanding of. He comes back a hero. The ranch has been very profitable and the girl he left behind loves him and wants to marry him.Again, everything seems good.The tranquility is only on the surface, held together by the love of the mother matriarch. The natural son is insanely jealous of the adopted son. We never really find out why, nor does it matter. All the courtesy and soft-spoken talk is all veneer. Everyone has twisted emotions except Jeb (Robert Michum), who has problems, which he never denies, nor does he easily relate his problems.After two very ugly killings, Thor (Teresa Wright) hatches a plot. She consents to being courted and married.There is revenge in her heart. She is not the naive girl who wants the three of them to live together guided her mother's love and powerful moral upbringing. Thor is consumed by a Gothic kind of hatred. The hatred is so deeply ingrained that the mother, herself filled with a disappointed and mourning hatred, cannot stand to watch what the Thor has planned: she wants to kill Michum just as he thinks he has everything.Michum persists, but not stupidly. He confronts her hatred. Incredible as it may seem, he forces her to back away from killing him and to let her love surface in its place, which he knows is there.That is the complex characterization of the first half of the movie. The second part has to do with the Callum gang (headed by Grant – played by an amazingly sinister Dean Jagger) that tries to kill Michum on his wedding night at the old Rand ranch.The rest of the movie is all gun shooting and melodrama, which I won't reveal more about.The photography is astonishing with its shadows and light, which is like choreography. Wright is like a salad with ingredients that don't look they should go together but do. She is an underrated actress who must convey complex emotions, which not only contradict one another, but also are sometimes also false. It is to her credit that she does this easily. She is as Michum says, quite beautiful from a small distance. Close ups reveal how consumed she is in her depravity. If you don't believe this, watch her in the pride the Yankees. Close ups or shots taken from a distance show the same thing: a radiant vibrant woman transparently in love. This movie shows quite different side.I can't quite bring myself to give this a 10, because the plot suffers the same way all morality plays do. Let us say it is an interesting eight with subtleties that make it very engaging.An interesting 8 (out of 10).

The theme of 'Pursued' is violent revenge. Don't forget that this was made shortly after WWII ended, so that the theme of men returning from combat, and the constant threat of death, was something everyone was conscious of; it's almost as if Jeb has PTSD (the 'black dog riding his back'), and death follows him, through no fault of his own, throughout the movie. The premise isn't complicated at all: a man brought up to love the daughter of his adopted family kills her brother - the fact that her family killed his is a bit irrelevant; see below. When Thorley reveals her intention to murder Jeb on their wedding night, I have to concede that it's a little unconvincing, but this is a limitation of Teresa Wright's performance, which is too wholesome - if she'd played it a bit sexier, more hot-blooded, she'd be much more believable. In terms of the 'operatic' plot, it's completely logical; two men have had a go at Jeb, now it's a woman's turn, and the stakes are even higher. Jeb phlegmatically welcomes death each time, and each time it turns out that he's the only one with the true killer instinct. The posse coming for Jeb is his real nemesis, and it's here that the happy (happy? Your mother-in-law shoots the guy who shot your father just as they're about to string you up?) ending lets the movie down; Thorley should have sacrificed herself to save Jeb and redeem herself and the Callums, but presumably this was thought too depressing for 1947. This would have dispensed with all the desperate last-minute exposition, too. The camera work is sublime, and Judith Anderson does a great Ma-in-law from Hell. I wonder what Elvis Presley would have made of the role...Mitchum shows just how far ahead of the 1950's beefcake field he was.