men. Ten years earlier, he might have
inherited the mantle of Valentino. But the moment of the
Latin lover had waned, and his dark, forceful presence consigned
Quinn to the supporting roles then classified as “exotics”—ethnic
characters, usually villains. He played not only Mexicans—his own
heritage—but an endless gallery of Native Americans, Spaniards, Cubans, Chinese, Filipinos, Frenchmen, Arabs, Hawaiians, Greeks,
and more gangsters and spies than an FBI agent sees in a lifetime.
Even in the stereotyped film universe of virtuous cowboys and
barbarous Indians, Quinn brought a dignity, candor, and depth to
his Native American characters that have made most of them wear
better than many of the cowboy counterparts who vanquished
them. No flaring nostrils, no noble poses: Quinn brought an
emotional honesty to his exotics that made them, if not less stereotypical,
more authentic.