As good as The Searchers is, I always prefer John Ford in his smaller, more intimate endeavors. Here he knows exactly how to twist the knife for moments of immense, quiet pathos.
I could list moments all day. Hallie's quiet shame as she admits her illiteracy. Mr. Peabody's desperate gratitude as his talent is finally recognized. The glow in Pompey's eyes as he speaks the words of the Declaration of Independence - and the stillness after the words that "a…