I'll tell you why so serious

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

Out picking flowers, pretty Joan Evans (as Roseanna McCoy) gets stung by not only a hornet, but also handsome Farley Granger (as Johnse Hatfield). Guess you could call it love at first bite. Of course, their feudin' families ("The Hatfields and the McCoys") are against the young duo getting hitched... The meeting of the hillbilly "Romeo and Juliet" is one of the couple's few good scenes, with Mr. Granger leaping to Ms. Evans' aid, and sucking insect poison from her arm. The original casting idea, to star Cathy O'Donnell from Granger's "They Live by Night" (1948), might have worked. Richard Basehart (as Mounts Hatfield) easily goes to the head of a strong supporting cast. Little Peter Miles (as Randall McCoy) has a memorable shooting scene. And, many of the locations, by Lee Garmes, are beautiful.***** Roseanna McCoy (8/18/49) Irving Reis ~ Joan Evans, Farley Granger, Richard Basehart, Peter Miles

In the wilderness of Appalachia of the 1890s, the Hatfield clan and the McCoy clan hate each other. A long-time feud is reignited when young Roseanna McCoy runs off with Johnson Hatfield. A battle ensues.It's Romeo and Juliet in the woods, far more than it's Montagues and Capulets or Hatfields and McCoys. It begins with a cloying love song. Here are some lyrics: "Roseanna, Roseanna, the wind breathes your name." (It's a good thing she wasn't named Betsy.) The focus is on Joan Evans as Roseanna and Farley Granger is Johnse. There is a surprising scene suggestive of rape. Granger has kidnapped Evans and they stand among the pines in the middle of the night. He kisses her forcefully, despite her objections, and pushes her back into a thicket. Dissolve to a glorious sunrise and heavenly music as the two ride a horse in tandem. For all that, Farley Granger is no Sheik of Araby, and Evans is no more than blandly pretty.This is Hollywood's version of the 19th-century backwoods. Appalachia, you will be surprised to know, was actually sunny and pleasant and had many of the kinds of live oaks found in California. Flowers abounded. You can find other examples of this stylized milieu in "Sergeant York" and "Young Mr. Lincoln," two far better films. I wonder if Central Casting didn't send over the same wrinkled, bearded, tobacco-chewing, old men in battered hats.The irony is that this movie pretty much sucks and yet has a fine supporting cast. With Hope Emerson and Aline McMahon as the competing matriarchs, it can't be all bad. And the writers, mostly, I would guess, John Collier, have included a subdued but tense scene between Richard Basehart (his hair shellacked in the traditional 1941 Hollywood fashion) and Joan Evans. The room is dark, the only light is from a flickering fire. She holds an empty pistol on him. He is caressing a knife -- and he's mad.The tale itself -- the senseless, murderous feud between two extended families in a classic Appalachian backwoods culture -- has a great deal of promise. The place names alone evoke the proper atmosphere -- Pike County, The Big Sandy, Kentucky, Pikeville, The Tug Fork. Those names are hardly ever used in the film. Maybe that's one of the reasons this all adds up to one of the dullest movies ever made.

Call it a guilty pleasure, but I find this movie satisfying on several levels. I was hooked from the opening shot with Lee Garmes' cinematography capturing writer John Collier's evocation of the mysticism of the mountains, enhanced by the choral version of Frank Loesser's theme song. The fact that Joan Evans was a complete unknown discovered in a New York City High School worked for me. She seemed confused and overwhelmed much of the time, which was natural, given Farley Granger's heavy breathing and bodice-ripping efforts in her direction. As previously discussed, the supporting cast is terrific, with Raymond Massey and Charles Bickford as the patriarchs of the opposing families. They clearly enjoyed chewing up the scenery in their respective roles. Aline MacMahon is wonderful as Ma Hatfield, working tirelessly to end the hostility between the families, to little avail. Mention must be made of the youngsters, played by Gigi Perreau, Peter Miles and William Mauch (formerly Billy of the Mauch twins), for whom I felt concern whenever the bullets started to fly. I was most fortunate to view a beautiful 16mm print of the film. Lee Garmes' lighting and compositions are stunning indeed.

For this big, classy production, Sam Goldwyn transposed the Capulet/Montague conflict to the Hatfield/McCoy story. John Collier concocted a quirky screenplay with eccentric details of mountain magic, as well as some droll humor at the expense of the rustics ["Don't talk with your knife in your mouth!"] These efforts sink under the ploddingly literal direction of Irving Reis and the disastrous casting of Joan Evans in the title role [only marginally competent even as an ingenue]. Farley Granger has the appropriate dash for Romeo, but seems too squeaky clean for the squalid Hatfield family. It's still interesting for the exceptionally fine supporting cast and the graceful location camerawork of old master Lee Garmes.