Patrick Wayne served in the Coast Guard while managing a full-time career in Hollywood, which spanned from 1950 to 1997. He served four years in the Coast Guard and starred in over 40 films, including 11 with his father, John “The Duke” Wayne.

The younger Wayne’s major film credits include Rio Grande, The Quiet Man, The Searchers, The Alamo, Donovan’s Reef, McClintock, The Green Berets and Big Jake.

Patrick now spends his time managing the John Wayne Cancer Institute, which advances research in the fight against cancer. For more info check out the John Wayne Cancer Institute and the John Wayne Cancer Foundation websites.

Patrick Wayne & Yvonne De Carlo in McLintock!

Watch this episode of “The Samurai Pulse” with WATM contributor Joel Searls to learn more about Patrick’s life, military experience, movie career and his relationship with his dad.

In The Big Trail, we got the first glimpse of a future icon. The Shootist found him teeming with wisdom and experience.

The Big Trail (1930)

“Hiya, Zeke!” That’s his first line. And with its delivery one can see that he’s got … it. It is the word we sometimes use when attempting to describe that indefinable quality of great leading men. For this young man, it is a simple charm that emerges from the lack of any need to charm. It is the ability to truly engage with the performers around him rather than to indicate a vague idea of engagement. And through that young man’s clear-eyed understanding of a job done honestly, we find ourselves witnessing the birth of an American identity that bleeds across our screen like celluloid caught aflame.

It was 1930 when a 22-year-old Marion Mitchell Morrison was stolen off the properties crew of a John Ford film and screen tested for a Raoul Walsh project. Subsequently, he would be renamed “John Wayne” by the Fox Film Corporation’s publicity arm and handed $75 a week to take on the leading role in one of the riskier investments in Hollywood history. It is often reported that The Big Trail represents one of Hollywood’s earliest attempts to convert the movie experience into a widescreen format, ultimately flopping because the financial constraints of the Great Depression had left movie houses unable to convert to the newer technology. While the first part is true, the actual record is a bit more complex.

There are, in fact, two English language versions of this wagon-train epic (a plethora of foreign language versions were also shot in subsequent takes with different actors). Studio founder William Fox was known to occasionally take a risk, but he was not a blind gambler. Likely fearing the economic unrest of the time, Fox had Walsh shoot his film both in the traditional 35 mm format and in the newer 70 mm. Most scenes were filmed by two crews simultaneously, while others had to be repeated with more mise en scène for the expansive 70 mm “grandeur” frame. With almost 200 wagons, hundreds of oxen, cattle, horses, and extras, The Big Trail was early cinéma vérité in its depiction of a westward trek into untamed wilderness, made by a dogged crew slogging across locations that spanned seven states.

While Fox successfully hedged his bets (only two theaters in the nation were capable of screening the widescreen version when it was finally released), he found himself trying to market a film for which the predominant inspiration had been a new technology with a broad vista, a theatrical promise that was not possible to fulfill. The movie bombed spectacularly.

As was so often the case in Tinseltown, the sins of the father were visited upon the son, and Wayne found himself banished to the lesser sets of “B” westerns for a protracted sentence.

It would not be until 1939, when his old mentor and friend John Ford had generated enough power within his own productions, that Wayne would be given another big shot, this time as the iconic Ringo Kid in Stagecoach. This second entrance is brilliantly portrayed in the foreward of Scott Eyman’s carefully researched John Wayne: The Life and Legend (Simon & Schuster, 2014).

But The Big Trail remains a revelation, clairvoyant in its discovery of the genre’s greatest leading man and in its vision of what the film event would eventually become. Just take it from me: Make sure you watch the 70 mm version. There really is no comparison.

Ron Howard and John Wayne in 1976’s The Shootist, Wayne’s final western.

The Shootist (1976)

It’s a bit like that jolt you get when confronted with a photograph of your father in his younger years. Now take that dog-eared sepia of a young man squinting into the sunlight with his whole life ahead of him and place it next to the color Polaroid taken at his retirement party, that of a thicker man whose smile, while maybe not as broad, is supported by the assuredness of a life well spent. This is something akin to the experience of watching John Wayne’s first and last westerns back-to-back.

Of course, The Shootist is not often regarded as one of Wayne’s best. A multitude of factors play into this unfortunate exeunt for America’s leading man, the chief of them being the war of backstage egos that might have shamed even the greatest production of Julius Caesar, the principal senators here being Wayne and director Doug Siegel. Apparently, Siegel had never learned that the last person you want to tangle with on a set is an actor with power.

The script itself is a rather flat adaptation of the novel by Glendon Swarthout, an entirely passable but ultimately uninspiring western that was soured from too many fingers in the soup. Apparently, the screenwriters had never learned that the last person you want to collaborate with on a story is an actor with power.

But, according to Eyman, things were likely exacerbated by Wayne’s health, which was not at its best. It has been reported and rumored that Wayne’s portrayal of J.B. Books, a legendary gunslinger dying of cancer, was strangely poetic given that Wayne himself was battling cancer at the time. Others treat this claim as apocryphal, as Wayne had battled lung cancer a decade prior and lived. Again, the truth is always more complex.

While it is true that Wayne had a cancerous lung successfully removed in 1965, more than a decade later he would develop another malignancy, this one in his stomach, which would eventually take his life.  By the time he was cast in The Shootist, the first cancer had gone into remission, but the parallels to a dying legend would not have been lost on any man who’d stared down the reaper and could still see him out there waiting in the plains. 

Perhaps it was the knowledge of just such an inevitability that led to the Duke’s final performance being a perfect study of calm acceptance. A lesser actor, or a less experienced man, might have botched the role by layering it with angst and desperation. Instead, we are gifted with an almost whimsical acceptance of hard truths and a sweet farewell to the world he now realizes he never knew: a world in which humanity springs eternal like a tree splitting limestone.

Marion Mitchell Morrison, also known to the world as John Wayne, was laid to rest on June 15, 1979, at sunrise. Above him was set a tombstone that would remain unmarked for 20 years. When it was finally given an epitaph, it would be in Duke’s own words:

Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes to us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.

Philosophical yet optimistic, it is a decent epitaph, though its purpose remains vague. It is perhaps the kind of phrase one might use as a kind of forked twig when trying to divine the extremely complex life and personality that was John Wayne. But this choice of epitaph is also ironic (and, to me, a bit sad) in that it was done in direct contradiction to a clearly stated wish that his future epitaph be nothing more than the following Mexican phrase: “Feo, Fuerte y Formal.” Translated it would have read:

John Wayne: Ugly, Strong and Dignified

The awards season often wasn’t very kind to Western film legend John Wayne. However, he earned a spot in the hearts of many moviegoing crowds around the world. The actor truly believed that Sands of Iwo Jima was finally his time to win, but it wasn’t in the stars. Wayne lost out on winning the Oscar for Best Actor in a Leading Role to a film he turned down because he thought it “threw acid” on the American way of living.

John Wayne earned a Best Actor in a Leading Role Oscar nomination for ‘Sands of Iwo Jima’

Sands of Iwo Jima follows Marine Sgt. John Stryker (Wayne), whose own men despise him as a result of his bad attitude and difficult training regimen. However, they begin to appreciate Stryker’s outlook on the war and his perspective on training as the war in the Pacific pushes forward. These men will need all of the help that they can get to survive the Battle of Iwo Jima.

Sands of Iwo Jima finally earned Wayne some attention at the Oscars for his work. The film was nominated for four Oscars, including Best Actor in a Leading Role for Wayne, Best Writing, Best Film Editing, and Best Sound Recording.

John Wayne was angry to lose the Oscar to ‘All the King’s Men’

John Farkis’ Not Thinkin’ … Just Rememberin’ … The Making of John Wayne’s The Alamo digs into more than the film in the book’s title. He explores Wayne’s career through multiple projects, including Sands of Iwo Jima. He had multiple brushes with the film awards season, but he wasn’t always very pleased with the outcome. In the case of Sands of Iwo Jima, Wayne unhappily lost the acting Oscar to Broderick Crawford in All the King’s Men.

“I guess that I am never chosen because the kind of acting which I do is not considered acting by anybody,” Wayne said. “They would say, ‘Well, it is only John Wayne being John Wayne. He is not acting.’”

Wayne originally turned down starring in All The King’s Men on the basis that the movie is “un-American.”

“I wouldn’t have minded losing so much if anyone else had won,” Wayne said. “[The film] smears the machinery of government for no purpose of humor or enlightenment … degrades all relationships … and threw acid on the American way of life.”

‘True Grit’ finally earned the Western star a win at the Academy

Wayne was very particular about what films he would attach his name to. He refused to take part in movies that he thought were “un-American” in any way. However, he had a strong understanding of his audience and what he felt they would want to see from him. That perspective would ultimately pay off for the actor.

Wayne didn’t go without an Oscar for the remainder of his career. He ultimately took home the statue for his iconic performance in 1969’s True Grit. However, he did previously earn another nomination for 1960’s The Alamo. Wayne is a legendary Western icon, who finally became an Oscar-winner for perhaps the biggest film of his entire career.