well, Budd came a cropper with this one, folks. Easily the worst of his collection. About the only interesting thing in the whole stew is getting to see Scott with some stubble.
The rest hardly makes much sense at all. Down to the fact that nothing makes sense. Not even clear is why Randolph is so peeved about his wife. Just what did Carroll do to her to cause her to do what she did to herself. Even less clear is why twenty five or thirty guys supposedly in the dire grip of Carroll cannot rush two, or maybe even one and a half guys in livery stable.
Odd how the name Boettecher can elicit blind hosannas of praise,no matter how half ass-ed the job: this time the emperor is naked as a jaybird. Without even a decent joke. Oh wait. Not exactly a joke, but when Noah Berry Jr. finally gets his vittles, the woman serving them does a pretty good job of disguising her real intentions. Every other character is as cardboard as a marked poker deck.
Any western that Andre de Toth ever turned out, no matter how bad, always at least had three or four good moments. This one barely had one. Too bad Budd.
The rest hardly makes much sense at all. Down to the fact that nothing makes sense. Not even clear is why Randolph is so peeved about his wife. Just what did Carroll do to her to cause her to do what she did to herself. Even less clear is why twenty five or thirty guys supposedly in the dire grip of Carroll cannot rush two, or maybe even one and a half guys in livery stable.
Odd how the name Boettecher can elicit blind hosannas of praise,no matter how half ass-ed the job: this time the emperor is naked as a jaybird. Without even a decent joke. Oh wait. Not exactly a joke, but when Noah Berry Jr. finally gets his vittles, the woman serving them does a pretty good job of disguising her real intentions. Every other character is as cardboard as a marked poker deck.
Any western that Andre de Toth ever turned out, no matter how bad, always at least had three or four good moments. This one barely had one. Too bad Budd.