What Writers Can Learn From Stagecoach

by James Scott Bell
@jamesscottbell

In recent years, when I’ve done live teaching, I’ve noticed something. The audience keeps getting younger.

How’s that happen?

And I’ve noticed something else which astonishes me. More and more of these aspiring writers have never seen Casablanca! Or lots of the old classics.

Let me remove my ear horn for a moment and declare that when I was their age, everyone who wanted to write—indeed, most everyone at all with a streak of the artist in them—knew classic movies from the “golden age” of American cinema.

Yeah, I know, it’s generational. When I was a lad, we had three networks and a few local channels. We didn’t have 24/7 stimuli pounding our eyes and ears. We knew the richness of movie history—the poetry of Ford, the heart of Capra, the pure genius of Welles, the mean streets of noir. Astaire-Rogers. Tracy-Hepburn. Bogart-Bacall.

I’ve heard on more than one occasion from someone in their 20s or 30s that they just don’t like black-and-white films. They would rather watch full-color TikTok videos of dancing parrots and people slipping on ice than the greatest movies ever made. It’s a pity, because writers can learn so much from past masters of film.

Case in point is Stagecoach (1939), directed by John Ford.

This is the movie that turned John Wayne into John Wayne. In 1926, when he was playing football at USC, Wayne (then known by his given name, Marion Morrison) got summer work moving props for the studios. One day John Ford walked by. Knowing Wayne was a football player, as Ford himself had been, the director challenged Wayne to try and knock him down. Wayne, not knowing how important this guy was, did so. Ford took an immediate shine to the strapping lad.

For most of the 1930s, Wayne starred in low-budget, forgettable Westerns produced on “Poverty Row.” But when it came time to cast the central character of the Ringo Kid in Stagecoach, Ford fought to cast Wayne. The rest, as they say, is history.

While Stagecoach has many familiar tropes of the traditional Western—Apache attack, the cavalry, bars, a climactic gunfight—most of the movie is a tight drama about nine people on a stagecoach journey across the prairie to a town called Lordsburg. How did that plot birth a classic?

Orchestration

First and foremost, all the characters are distinct and contrasting. I call this orchestration. Just like different instruments blending together create a beautiful symphony, so disparate characters make for compelling drama (and, I might add, comedy).

Played by some of the best character actors of the day, we have:

  • A drunken doctor (Thomas Mitchell, who won the Best Supporting Actor Oscar)
  • A nervous little whiskey drummer (Donald Meek)
  • A sly, Southern gambler (John Carradine, based on Doc Holliday)
  • A woman of ill repute (Claire Trevor)
  • A pregnant wife trying to get to her soldier husband (Louise Platt)
  • A goofy driver (Andy Devine)
  • A bank embezzler (Berton Churchill)
  • A sheriff (George Bancroft)

John Wayne as the Ringo Kid

Along the way they pick up Ringo (with a great visual intro of Wayne spinning his Winchester, an image for the ages). The sheriff places him under arrest.

Lesson: A great novel orchestrates its cast. Even the minor characters. This enables endless possibilities for conflict and tension. Take time with this when planning (or pantsing), as it will pay big dividends as you unfold your story.

Style

Ford was one of the great visual artists of cinema. Parts of Stagecoach were filmed in what became Ford’s favorite outdoor venue—Monument Valley. His use of horizon and sky is unmatched (see also The Searchers). He once said, “Monument Valley is the place where God placed the West.”

His interiors are just as striking. His use of light and shadow is masterful in Stagecoach because it’s in black-and-white.

Lesson: I liken this to a writer’s style. We’ve had lots of discussions about this. Is it worth it to hunt for the right word? The right sound? Or in this age of pervasive sameness, now churned out by bots, is such care merely slowing us down in our pursuit of prolificity and page reads?

You have to decide for yourself. John Ford could have churned out Westerns every few weeks, like the Poverty Row guys. He could have added mere content to the glut. Instead, he made his movies unforgettable, shot by shot.

This is where voice comes in. Take some time to develop this “secret power.” It will lift your work above the lifeless ubiquity of botness that marks our era.

Stretching the Tension

The stagecoach journey is leading up to Ringo finding Luke Plummer and his brothers in Lordsburg, to avenge the murder of his father and brother. The last part of the movie is the countdown to the gunfight.

Ford doesn’t rush it. He begins with Luke and his boys in a saloon, hearing that Ringo is in town. Doc Boone (Mitchell) has a tense encounter with Plummer, warning him that if he takes the shotgun just handed to him, he’ll have him indicted for murder. The moment stretches. Will Plummer gun down the doctor? Smash him in the face? This silent moment lasts nearly seconds. Finally, with a wry smile, Plummer tosses the shotgun on the bar top. “We’ll tend to you later,” he says. When he and his two brothers walk out, Doc takes a swift drink. “Don’t ever let me do that again,” he says to the barkeep.

Outside, a woman on the balcony tosses Plummer a rifle.

We cut to the newspaper office. The editor rushes in and tells his typesetter, “Kill that story about the Republican convention and take this down. The Ringo Kid was killed on Main Street in Lordsburg tonight! Among the additional dead were…leave that blank for a spell.”

“I didn’t hear any shooting,” the typesetter says.

“You will.”

Step by step, the Plummer boys head for the showdown. Ringo, spurs jingling (another trope), comes up the other end of the street.

Lesson: When you’ve created a good, tight scene with great tension, don’t cut it off too soon. Stretch that tension. Read the opening of Koontz’s Whispers, which takes 17 pages to describe a rapist stalking a woman in a house. Study the last fifty pages of a Jonathan Grave thriller. Stretch tension as far as you can in a first draft. You can always cut back when you edit. But I think you’ll find you won’t want to.

Twist in the Tail

Usually in a Western, the climactic gun battle ends the movie. The townspeople gather around the hero and his woman embraces him; or the lone hero mounts his horse and quietly rides into the sunset as THE END appears.

In Stagecoach, there’s an added beat, because Ringo is still under arrest and headed for prison…or is he?

I’m not going to tell you because I want you to watch the movie!

Suffice to say it’s perfect.

A twist in the tail is a super satisfying way to end a story. And to bring us back to Casablanca (watch it now!), that movie has perhaps the most famous tail twist of all time, the one that ends with, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Lesson: How do you come up with a great twist in the tail? You write two, three, of even more possible endings. Choose the best one for your actual ending, then use the next best for your twist.

Here’s a further hint. A great ending often involves sacrifice; the hero offers his life (Casablanca) for a greater good. But the twist gives him a reward, a new beginning, another chance at life. It’s right there in Stagecoach, too.

As film critic Roger Ebert said, “Stagecoach holds our attention effortlessly and is paced with the elegance of a symphony. Ford doesn’t squander his action and violence in an attempt to whore for those with short attention spans, but tells a story.”

Wouldn’t you like to tell a story like that?

Comments welcome.

17 thoughts on “What Writers Can Learn From Stagecoach

  1. How much you watched movies growing up also depends on where you lived. I grew up in a rural area so it wasn’t convenient or cheap to go to a movie so instead, I grew up watching TV (i.e. the 3 main networks you referenced above). I very much value the TV shows of the 70’s & 80’s I got to watch. Consequently, even as an adult, in the grand scheme of things, I watch few movies because the habit just wasn’t formed in the early days.

    I will add that Friday night I went to see “The Last Rodeo” and I was appalled during the lengthy round of pre-feature movie previews. Every single preview was ADHD on mega-steroids and indeed some of the previews so incomprehensible that even after watching the preview, you had no idea what the movie was supposed to be about. Didn’t sell the movie format for me.

    “A great ending often involves sacrifice” – exactly why Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan is my all time favorite movie.

    I’ll put Stagecoach on my list of things to do for Memorial Weekend. You can’t go wrong when you get to see beautiful Arizona on film, among other western locales.

  2. Jim, you illustrated why “the fundamental things apply, as time goes by.”

    The movie industry is on the ropes b/c they forgot those enduring truths. As Brenda says, movie trailers are now incomprehensible–just a series of special effects, like a bad acid trip on fast forward.

    Does anyone even remember acid or fast forwarding? Sigh.

  3. I confess I’m old enough to grow up with the three channels and no remote. The theater within walking distance had Saturday kiddie matinees with cartoons and serials, but I was never allowed to stick around for the grown up films. I will have to add Stagecoach to our watch list.
    I agree with BK about Star Trek II.

  4. Stagecoach came out in 1939. Some think it was the best year in film history. Gone with the Wind swept the Oscars but Thomas Mitchell got best supporting actor for Stagecoach and Stagecoach. was nominated (along with nine other films) for Best Picture. John Ford was undoubtedly one of the best of Hollywood when that meant something.

    • This period in Ford’s career is stunning. 1939 also brought us Young Mr. Lincoln. 1940: The Grapes of Wrath. 1941: How Green Was My Valley. 1945: They Were Expendable. 1946: My Darling Clementine…then the cavalry trilogy!

  5. Oh dear, I haven’t seen Stagecoach…must rectify.

    Good stuff here, as usual, Jim. Another mini-Masterclass in story building.

    I just wrote a scene for my new project the other day, and am toying with using that scene for the beginning. Because it’s chock full of tension, anger, fear, etc. It’s the scene of the murder that gets the ball rolling for the entire story. I thought it’d be about midway through the novel, but I’m re-thinking.

    Happy Sunday! 🙂

  6. Another 3-network kid here. Movies were a special treat to us back then. (I feel like I’m channeling my inner Great Aunt Pearl, talking about how kids don’t appreciate things these days.) 🙂 I haven’t seen Stagecoach, but it’s at the top of the list now.

    I wrote a scene in Dead Man’s Watch where a rattlesnake invades the horse corral, and the heroine’s border collie confronts the snake to save the horses. I was thinking of it as a way to mirror the heroine’s dilemma about whether she should risk her life to save a friend. When I showed it to my dev editor, though, she said I should draw the tension of the scene out. Show the terror of the horses as they kicked up dust that coated everything in a ghostly white, the back and forth between the dog and snake, and the heroine’s reaction to the threat. I rewrote ti, and it’s a much better scene.

  7. I grew up in a small town with only 1 theater with 1 screen, but what a theater. So fancy with curtains and murals on the walls. Plush seats. As a kid with 4 siblings and a working class dad, I knew it was a special treat to go to the movies. At 50 cents a pop, it didn’t happen often. My mom would go around the house digging pennies, nickels, dimes out of the sofa, kitchen cabinets, etc. We took a paper sack with snacks because who could afford to buy them. But I saw Lilies of the Field for the first time, and numerous Elvis Presley movies (Kissing Cousins by the Dozens, anybody?) in that theater. And I was sold. Even with the cost now and the crazy blasting surround sound, I still love going to the show, as we used to say. I saw Officer and Gentleman at a drive-in theater. Another venue I miss.

  8. A few years ago, a nice couple invited me to join them for dinner and a showing of Casablanca at their church. At that point, I’d seen the opening 35 or 40 minutes about four times, and the ending maybe ten times, but nothing in between. Each time, something had interrupted me–a visitor or some minor crisis–so I was eager to see the entire film sequentially at last. I accepted their invitation.
    The wife drove. When we got to the church, it was revealed that the dinner was a fund-raiser at $20 a pop. That was okay, the menu was good, consisting of apropos Mideast specialties. After dinner, the film started. Eventually, we reached scenes I’d never viewed. I was hyped up. It’s a great film.
    Then the wife nudged me and told me her husband was bored and wanted to go home. In 83 years, I’ve never seen all of Casablanca.

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