Sorry, Jamie and Frank, thought I'd seen 'em all. Vaguely remember this. Was it War Wagon or something?

My wife is a fairly harsh film critic for a fine Christian woman. She never fails to point out the egregious male fantasy components of latter-day John Wayne movies in which he sucks in his gut (possibly assisted by a girdle?) and charms dishes young enough to be his granddaughter. Donovan's Reef is a good example of that, but I'm sure there are others that escape me at the moment.

Ok, Jim, OK. I'm leaving already.