Ranks as one of the worst westerns ever. A fat madman comes into town and starts raping and killing people. As if that weren't enough, he decides to burn down the whole town. All the male citizens of this town of around 20 people are armed. They don't have to fight the guy. They don't have to argue with the guy. They don't have to reason with him. All they have to do is shoot him. He's constantly breaking the tops off whiskey bottles and guzzling enough booze to kill a horse from alcohol poisoning. Yet his vision is perfect - he shoots straight.He jumps on and off his horse in his inebriated state. All they have to do is shoot him. He is alone. He turns around. He bends over. Shoot him. What's wrong with these people? They let him do whatever he wants. It's insane. It's as if Custer and the 7th Calvary stood around while one Indian shoots and scalps them one at a time. This is how the movie begins. Then, he rides away.The next hour is filled with commiserating, arguing, and preaching. Then, he returns and rapes, kills, and burns again. Nobody does anything until it's too late. Do not watch this movie unless you are in a hospital, comatose, and cannot use the remote control.
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