New Mexico is a 1951 American Western film directed by Irving Reis, starring Lew Ayres and Marilyn Maxwell and shot in Ansco Color.
Contents
Plot
President Abraham Lincoln visits New Mexico in 1860 to discuss peace with Acoma, a feared and respected Indian chief. Lincoln presents the chief with a cane as a symbol of their friendship. After Lincoln's assassination Lt. Hunt is promoted for his personal assistance to Lincoln in arranging the truce. However, Col. McComb, a bigoted superior officer, and the dastardly Judge Wilcox are opposed to a peace treaty. When Hunt states his objection, McComb places him under arrest along with Acoma and some Indian braves and breaks the truce cane. Members of the tribe free them from jail, killing McComb and others in the process. Hunt takes command and cancels all travel in the region, angering a woman named Cherry who is planning a trip to Nevada. She arrogantly elects to leave anyway, as does Judge Wilcox, so a company of men led by Hunt accompanies them as an escort. The Indians attack, frightening the two women and burying the judge in the sand. Hunt is disgusted with Cherry's selfish attitude and confronts her. She becomes friendly with one of Acoma's sons, and when another uprising ends with fatal consequences for the Indian warriors and Hunt, she and Acoma's son are lucky to have their lives spared.
Cast
Lew Ayres as Capt. Hunt
Marilyn Maxwell as Cherry
Andy Devine as Sgt. Garrity
Robert Hutton as Lt. Vermont
Donald Buka as Pvt. Van Vechton
Ted de Corsia as Acoma
Lloyd Corrigan as Judge Wilcox
John Hoyt as Sgt. Harrison
Jeff Corey as Coyote
Raymond Burr as Pvt. Anderson
Verna Felton as Mrs. Fenway
Ian MacDonald as Pvt. Daniels
Peter Price as Chia-Kong
Walter Greaza as Col. McComb
Hans Conreid as President Abraham Lincoln (uncredited)
Reception
In a contemporary review for The New York Times, critic Howard Thompson wrote: "'New Mexico' ... is a routine, perspiring United States Cavalry-versus-Indian affair that kicks up a lot of familiar desert sand in front of its only real asset, some magnificent natural backgrounds. If this sun baked drama does very little else, it is sure to send panting audiences galloping toward the lobby watercooler. ... Max Trell's script rambles so disjointedly and is trimmed with so many cliches of incident and dialogue that the picture sprawls all over the hard-bitten story idea instead of driving it home. And the whole thing has been pretentiously smeared in Ansco color which makes the cast, Indians included, look lobster-red. So, too will anyone who can't make that watercooler in time."