Review – Seventh Cavalry

Even for a Randolph Scott western, this is stupid stuff. I know movies in general and westerns in particular tend to play a little fast and loose with historical fact. But the departures here are genuinely excessive. Scott plays an officer who was away from duty when Custer rode out on his final mission. Overcome with guilt at having not been slaughtered, our hero volunteers himself and a squad of drunks and misfits to brave hostile Native Americans and recover the corpses of the men slain at the Little Big Horn. I think my favorite part is when they identify Custer’s body because the Sioux reverently buried him and placed Sitting Bull’s coup stick over the body as a headstone. Most of the rest of the movie enjoys a similar level of divorce from reality. See if desperate