That was an excellent one.

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

It’s not bad or unwatchable but despite the amplitude of the spectacle, the end result is underwhelming.

It's sad to see a couple of fine players like Rita Gam and Ted de Corsia caught up in this tawdry excuse for a recap of stock footage from John Ford's infinitely superior "Drums Along the Mohawk" (1939). They struggle doggedly with ridiculous dialogue and clichéd characterizations — to disappointingly little avail. Vera Vague is more at ease with this sort of tosh, as is that staple heavy of the "B" western, Neville Brand. But the normally reliable John Hoyt has the grace to look discomfited. Scott Brady of course couldn't care less, whilst Lori Nelson is stuck with that grating, squawky voice. It says much in fact for the general quality of the acting when I record that the most convincing portrayal comes from Allison Hayes!Production credits are so incompetent that little attempt is made to match or integrate Ford's stock shots with the "new" material. The Neumann/Struss footage is so uniformly lousy that one wonders whatever induced Fox to be a party to such a miscarriage. Why not simply re-issue the Ford film and be done with all this tatty, talentless and impoverished pretense?OTHER VIEWS: At least ten or fifteen minutes of superlative action from "Drums Along the Mohawk" is ineptly married to a risible hodge- podge of cigar-store-Indian hokum about a pioneer painter and a svelte Indian maid. A plot clearly drawn from Broken Arrow has been gutted to supply the framework for Boys Own Paper characters mouthing dialogue from True Romances. Most of the players try mighty hard to give the stupidities of the script some sort of dignity. But the very cheapness of the production with its ill-matching interpolations, its tatty sets and costumes, its featurelessly flat, dull-colored photography, its toes-on-the-mark compositions, overwhelms all well-meant efforts in the end. — JHR writing as Charles Freeman.You could make a wonderfully dreadful little Movie Pak out of Mohawk. Twenty or thirty minutes of the choicest clichés and hammiest acting in those gloriously pokey sets. Not forgetting the songs, those inappropriately rousing choruses over the front and extended end titles. — JHR writing as George Addison.

In an attempt to limit costs, most of the location shots are lifted from the outstanding John Ford movie "Drums Along The Mohawk" The characters are kind of off-the-wall, with the hero, Scott Brady, a sensitive painter, rather than a gunslinger. He is surrounded by man-hungry buxom babes, but he has eyes mainly for unlikely Indian Rita Gam. The rest of her people look fearsome, particularly Neville Brand and Ted DeCorsia, more familiar as snarling gangsters An entertaining time filler, although unconvincing as a Western adventure. Far more useful to seek out the real thing, "Drums Along The Mohawk", from 1939 (a classic year for Hollywood), which is one of Ford's classics, with strong performances from Henry Fonda and Claudette Colbert, with a true feel for the era, to which this one doesn't come close

Mohawk has got to be one of the corniest cornball movie-romances ever. When it comes to "love" stories, Mohawk's contrivances border, at times, on the downright laughable.Set in the mid-1800s at Fort Alden (a remote army post in Texas), Johnathon Adams (a hack-artist and full-time womanizer who's presently juggling 2 gorgeous babes) falls (if you can believe this) head-over-heels for a Pocahontis-type, Iroquois beauty named Onida. With her clear, blue eyes (yes, blue) and decidedly Caucasian features, you can well-bet that Onida's cover-girl looks only add to the already escalating absurdity of Mohawk's flimsier-than-flimsy story.If you can believe it - Not even when war breaks out between the whites and the redskins does this truly cornball romance between Johnathon and Onida lose its demented intensity or pale even a fraction.Ho-hum.As an added bonus that hinges on the ridiculous - Mohawk contains numerous scenes where one minute it's daytime and the next moment it's nightfall - or - Often enough, one minute the skies are perfectly clear and then, presto, clouds dominate the entire heavens.Anyways - If you're bored and looking for a laugh, or two, check out Mohawk.

"Mohawk" is a 1956 color film starring some darn good-looking young people, beautiful scenery, and a different point of view towards Indians. Scott Brady is an artist living in a fort that exists in peace with the Mohawk Indians, except for one rabble-rouser (John Hoyt) who grew up in the area and wants the Indians out. The script is interesting for the period, because the Brady character is constantly reminding people that the white man took land from the Indians.The cast is populated with some gorgeous starlets: Lori Nelson, Allison Hayes, and Rita Gam. Scott Brady, who ended up becoming a character actor, actually started out as a poor man's Robert Wagner and is an attractive lead here.Mae Clarke of the Cagney grapefruit is the Indian Chief's wife. All of the Indians have shaved chests. The most familiar actor to most will be Neville Brand as one of the Indians.Okay, and the guys will love it.