Airless, baroque 'noir/western/woman's picture' full of grandiloquent posturing and petty nastiness, entirely lacking the sober, tragic sense of the classical Oresteia, which the heavy symbolism of the name given to the ranch, and to the film, contrives only to parody. A car-crash vehicle for Stanwyck's self-indulgent hamming. And about as bonkers and boring as that other woman-dominated Western, Nicholas Ray's insane Joan Crawford vehicle 'Johnny Guitar.' I'll give it 4 because the monochrome lighting camerawork is so good.
Review of The Furies
