6/10
"Ain't no permanence in this line of business,"
8 June 2012
Warning: Spoilers
If you're an avid Western movie fan, how could you pass up a title like "Ride to Hangman's Tree"? Unfortunately, that ride occurs in the first ten minutes of the movie, and the tree would never have lived up to it's name, even if it wasn't blown up by Don Galloway. The timber was just a dry husk, and if Jack Lord and James Farentino had actually been strung up on it, they probably would have hurt themselves when the sickly branch gave way.

There's really not a lot to recommend here, as the opening sequence leaves you scratching your head with the way it introduces the principal players. The identity of the Black Bandit is revealed almost immediately with no fanfare, and if the idea was for Farentino to use the phoniest Spanish accent he could come up with, he definitely succeeded.

From a strictly voyeuristic point of view, the main reason to catch this flick is seeing Melodie Johnson in as many profile shots as the director could manage to set up. Quite comical actually, as no one could be that physically endowed who isn't Dolly Parton. I also got a kick out of the stagecoach that was used during the robbery by the three amigos right after the botched hanging; it looked like it was brand new, that is to say, made for a 1960's movie.
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