From Noon Till Three

The great playwright and screenwriter turns from his novel to the film studio for a truly epic Western on themes from Ford (The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance) and Fuller (I Shot Jesse James).

“A sidewindin’ faker and a shit” wins a lonely widow’s heart, but the second time he tries to reawaken her interest in life she’s the bestselling authoress of a ghostwritten tome about their romance and prefers to die rather than see its worldwide fame diminished.

He lingers on, disbelieved in all parts as the tall handsome hero of the book, finally they put him away in a mental ward (Fritz Lang is the third triumvir of the plot).

It opens as a dream of easy conquest, an empty town like a raked stage, an unguarded bank, Western buildings already set in stone, a graveyard in the town square with angels.