Like "Lassie come home", if there is a movie i'll always remember, it is indeed the lovable "Smoky" and his loyal master McMurray.Fifty years ago, alone in a theater watching the film, having a hard time to see the screen because the tears in my eyes blurred the only scene i could never forget. I think it's near the end, when the true love of McMurray for his animal and Smoky's attachment for his real friend, burst you out of emotions. Glad i was alone, no one could laugh at me. The day after, when i narrated to my young friend, between the double features I have seen: "Going my way" with Bing Crosby as a priest, and "Smoky", i preferred and enjoyed by 200 yards, the latter, he did not understand why... Since many years, i searched as hard as Fred for his horse, without any luck to find the DVD or VHS. May be he did not pass my way yet! Or i have not cross their path. But one thing i am sure: no other horse did or never will surpass him on any screen.
Review of Smoky
