Alex da Silva In the C18th, during the Colonial Wars, Robert Taylor (Langdon) would, quite rightly, rather be a painter than a soldier. However, he is a rather foolish loudmouth of a drunk and just manages to avoid getting press-ganged before he goes on the run with Walter Brennan (Hunk). They come across Spencer Tracy (Rogers) in the wilderness and get drunk on rum. The next morning, they awake and they have been press-ganged into Rogers' Rangers. It's an army outfit that is embarking on a mission to wipe out an Indian village. We follow the troops across harsh terrain as they reach their destination and then make their escape.The film goes on for too long. Once it has finished and you ask yourself what happened, well…….. not very much. The landscapes and technicolour are the best thing about the film, and Tracy is very good as the self-styled leader who promotes a focus on the end result. Although, given his previous harsh decisions, decisions made for survival of the overall unit, it's a bit unrealistic how he helps the injured Taylor. No way, I'm afraid.It's a shame that more wasn't made of actually seeing the enemy. We get a tense moment at the beginning when enemy boats drift past the troops hiding on the shore, and there is a nice (all too short) sequence as the Rangers canoe past the enemy camp at night with a fire burning in the background. Another standout is the crossing of some rapids as the soldiers form a human chain. We needed more tension and a feeling that the enemy are there right behind them, and we needed this by actually seeing the enemy. As it is, we are just told that they are undoubtedly somewhere looking for them. At over two hours, the film needed more than just the one battle sequence.There are some unrealistic characters, eg, the soldier who keeps and feeds off something rather strange after the massacre and God knows why Ruth Hussey is given such high billing. She's not in the goddam film long enough to even justify a credit! The best line is dished out by Tracy to Brennan as he tells him that he looks better at the end than when he joined. And it's true. Overall, the nice locations and colour don't make up for lack of action.

Robert J. Maxwell Spencer Tracy is the real historical figure Major Robert Rogers, leader of an elite group of Rangers within the British Army during the French and Indian Wars of about 1760, known in Europe as the Seven Years' War. Everyone else in the army dresses in outlandish red coats, high feathered hats, stockings, dirndls, tutus and whatnot. Rogers' Rangers dress in fringed buckskin of forest green and they wear moccasins like the real woodsmen they are. Well, they might make room for ONE elitist. Robert Young has just been booted out of Harvard College, intent on becoming an artist. Tracy has no particular use for artists but he does need a map maker and he enlists Young, and Young's comic sidekick, the ever-irascible Walter Brennan. There is a long and perilous trip by longboats from New Hampshire up to the Canadian border, one of those trips in which we can't stop for any wounded men. There is a fierce battle in which the Rangers wipe out an entire village of Abenaki Indians. When the Rangers discover that the French have captured their boats, it means they must make a ten-day march without food across a mountain wilderness. Starving, they vote to break up into smaller parties. Two of the parties are captured and slaughtered by the hostile Indians loyal to the French. The pitiful remnants catch up with the main body, tattered in mind and body. The movie has been called "racist" and it really doesn't treat all the Indians fairly. At the same time, the tribes of the Northeast woodlands were tough customers, rough not only on white settlers but on their Indian enemies too. The butchery was expected on all sides. Tracy keeps promising them that when they reach their goal, Fort Wentworth, in the middle of nowhere, the British will be waiting for them with sides of beef, vegetables, hot buttered rum, arugula salad, and diverse configurations of sushi. "Come on, men!", Tracy keeps shouting. "It's only a thousand more miles! A Ranger can walk it on his hands!" Alas, when they reach Fort Wentworth, it's falling apart, deserted, overgrown with sagebrush (in the mountains of New England). Either the British Army is late for the appointment or Rogers' message to them never got through. "Plenty of good ROOTS here," Tracy declaims, waving his arms operatically, "and Moses went for 40 days without food or water. And we've got plenty of WATER. Buckets full of water!" The Rangers, too pooped to pop, sink to the ground. Just as Tracy is leading them in a final prayer, salvation arrives. It's interesting to consider this movie from the perspective of the audiences of 1940, from which the whole story must have seemed like a metaphor. The Rangers are Americans. We are the allies of the British. The Indians are brutal maniacs who butcher women and children. In 1940 Britain was in the middle of a great air battle with the brutal Nazis. America wasn't yet at war but our sympathies were clearly with the Brits. The movie doesn't show us any villainous Frenchmen. Why not? Because in 1940, the French had just been overrun by the German Army and shifted its government to Britain. How could the movie paint the French as "bad"? The friend of my friend is my friend. (There's a good explanation for this dynamic. Google "balance theory" or "Fritz Heider.") The performances are good. Most of the acting looks like acting, which was expectable in a Hollywood product of the time. But Walter Brennan is, as always, Walter Brennan; and Spencer Tracy could play anything from Mr. Hyde to Clarence Darrow. Ruth Hussey's appearance is brief and that's just as well. She's pretty bland. As a tale of adventure, this is unimpeachable. As a war story, it's unusual in that it focuses not on the usual things -- battles, banter, shoehorned cardboard romance -- but on physical fatigue, on the difference between hope and despair. (In this way it reminds me a little of Norman Mailer's novel, "The Naked and the Dead.") The plot is so good it showed up a few years later, morphed into a story of American paratroopers isolated behind Japanese lines, in Warners' "Objective Burma." Well worth catching, not just because it represents Hollywood at its craftsman-like best, but because it's like looking into a time capsule.

sjgorek I've been watching this movie occasionally since 1950, whenever it was on. It has all the attributes of a classic, scenery, music and strong acting not to mention the display of core American values and early American hardiness. It still fascinates me to think of New York as the edge of the frontier. The story is accentuated by the fact I have visited the Hudson River area up to Fort Ticonderoga and the difference between this area and New York City is simply beyond comparison. If I have any criticism of this movie it is my wish the movie name had been more appropriate to the story and the related historic expedition. It is a great movie in the tradition of all great movies, simply entertaining! What A Great Movie!

cbpelto Roger's Rangers became the inspiration for the formation of the modern Army's Rangers units.Revived in World War II to accomplish missions that no one in their right-mind would even consider, they lead the way in numerous extremely hazardous operations. Probably the most famous was the assault up the sheer cliff faces of Pont du Hoc during the invasion of Festung Europe on June 6th 1944. They took 50% casualties in that operation.This movie, NORTHWEST PASSAGE, depicts the ill-fated operation by the first American Rangers. It demonstrates their ingenuity, determination and fortitude in the face of every possible adversity one can expect in time of war.I went through the Army's Ranger Course in 1980. It was a demanding year of my life and I have to admit, after seeing this movie, quite by accident several years later, I was reminded of everything that the training regime put me through. I was especially impressed with how Roger's men had to suffer from the deprivations of no logistical support to provide subsistence. I swear....it was a sorry water moccasin (snake) that crossed my patrol's path in Florida. You'd hear the word, whispered, "Snake." Followed immediately by the sound of several machetes being pulled from sheaths and a short 'splash'.When we finished the last operation, the night assault on Santa Rosa Island, we were as jubilant as Roger's men were when they were 'relieved' by the British column. And we celebrated, about the same way....FOOOOOoooOD!