An interesting concept (a crooked food wholesaler assailed by a vigilante group) is shot in the pants by crank-em-out filmmaking. Even the vaunted Lash LaRue can't pull this one out of the fire. My major complaint is the way the director used Al St. John -- he evidently was looking for Emmett Kelly and got Fuzzy instead. Ol' Fuzzy was a master of the 'sidekick' role; witty but wise, and always ready and able to save the hero at the critical moment. Here, he's just another clown, and not a very good one at that. Overall, the film is far too predictable in spite of its very different concept.
Review of The Fighting Vigilantes
