Review of 3 Bad Men

. . . who ran across America to protest the Trumpsters' plan to pump the Final Life Force out of the Sioux's Sacred Homeland with a Rich People Party Money-Grubbing XL Pipeline-type Project, it's sobering to watch 3 BAD MEN document the 2nd Act in this 140-year on-going Tragic Marathon Passion Play. Act One, of course, was Native American Ally George Custer getting lured into a corrupt liquor profiteers Rich People Party trap set for him by the soon-to-be-convicted Warmongering Hench People of one of the worst U.S. Presidents ever, Mr. Fifty Dollar Bill, Grant (who proved that the average four-star general is just as incapable of being Commander-in-Chief as an 8-time Emmy-Loser Game Show Host). 3 BAD MEN ends exactly one year after Grant arranged to rub out Custer, as the Rich People Party arbitrarily divvies up the Sioux Sacred Homeland. In the hands of a great director such as Frank Capra or William Wellman, this page of Shameful History might have come to poignant life like GRAPES OF WRATH (director John Ford's ONLY flick with some heart and soul). Though 3 BAD MEN is one of the few remaining watchable films by this over-rated Fascist (HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY is the only other one I can think of right now), Ford's lone scene of Native Americans here is limited to about three seconds of stock footage. Only someone with total tunnel vision will care about Ford's concept of "Honor Amongst Thieves," or whether anyone should make distinctions between Cosby and Trump if one of them molested 85 chicks, and the other "just" 80.