I saw six movies for the first time this past week:
"Saskatchewan" (1954)--Better than average Northern set a year after Custer's Last Stand. Beautiful location photography (right country, wrong province(s), as TomJH pointed out), Alan Ladd's and Shelley Winters' parodistic performances, and Raoul Walsh's well paced direction make up for the script. It rambles amiably until the last ten minutes, when the script races to see if all needed information can be crammed into the film before it ends. It succeeds--barely. An entertaining watch.
"Godzilla vs. Mothra: The Battle For Earth" (1992)--From the 2nd series of Godzilla movies. In this one, a meteorite falls in the Pacific Ocean, awakening Godzilla and Battra. Battra changes forms at will, but first appears as a bad-tempered scaly monster that swims and shoots red lasers from its' red eyes. Mothra hatches from a giant Easter egg, and two twins who live in a flower and translate for Mothra sing four songs. Big Budget creature feature is overly complicated but entertains regardless. At least three cities are destroyed
"Jet Pilot" (1957)--Part remake of "Ninotchka" (1939), part spy drama, part anti-Soviet lecture, film is All inept. A severe disappointment from director Josef von Sternberg. The only imprint of von Sternberg left in the film are the many loving closeups of Janet Leigh. Aviation buffs and John Wayne fans may be interested. All others beware.
"Dogora" (1964)--Japanese caper/monster movie. Dogora is a monster from space that lives on coal and diamonds. When Dogora is finally shown, it's a strangely beautiful swirl of colors in the sky that finally settles on the form of an octopus. Film has far too much emphasis on the caper, not enough on Dogora.
"North West Mounted Police" (1940)--Cecil B. DeMille's salute to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police is set in 1885, during the Riel Rebellion. Script is full of idiocies and metaphors that go splat: "I love you so terrible bad, I feel good!"; "You're an angel in leather!"--"I'd look funny in leather wings, heh heh." "You're the sweetest poison that ever got into a man's blood." The cast rises to the heights of "The Perils of Pauline" (1914) overacting; Paulette Goddard is the most entertaining, Gary Cooper the most painful to watch and listen to. An ok watch, but film could have been much better.
"Meet Danny Wilson" (1951)--Unpretentious, low budget Universal musical with Frank Sinatra and Shelley Winters. Film is interesting for its parallels to Sinatra's real-life career, for Sinatra's and Winter's singing, and for the troubles filming it. Sinatra and Winters apparently disliked each other on sight, and things went downhill from there. In a hospital scene (which didn't make it into the film, BTW) Sinatra started a screaming match that Winters finished by throwing a bedpan at him. It connected. Film ends very abruptly, with both stars in separate final shots, never sharing the screen. Winters' account of filming this is in her first autobiography "Shelley: Also Known As Shirley" (1980); book is worth the read and film is worth seeing.
Least Favorite--"Jet Pilot" (1957).