Wild Bill and Cannonball come to town to search out his father's killer, and get mixed up with a sinister romantic triangle.
For this front row kid turned geezer, the oater was something of a disappointment—in brief, not enough hard riding or fast shooting. Too much time is taken up with the trial. It's got its compensations—Eddy Waller runs the proceedings in comically pugnacious fashion. But there's still a lot of talk, not what I tune in for. Plus, I had to muffle my half-deaf ears when Cannonball shouts out that boisterous song in the enclosed stagecoach. Still, Taylor makes a good, mostly non-buffoonish sidekick. To me, Wild Bill was one of the few western heroes who could talk tough and make you believe it. I could have used more of that, as well. All in all, it's a mostly an indoor western.
For this front row kid turned geezer, the oater was something of a disappointment—in brief, not enough hard riding or fast shooting. Too much time is taken up with the trial. It's got its compensations—Eddy Waller runs the proceedings in comically pugnacious fashion. But there's still a lot of talk, not what I tune in for. Plus, I had to muffle my half-deaf ears when Cannonball shouts out that boisterous song in the enclosed stagecoach. Still, Taylor makes a good, mostly non-buffoonish sidekick. To me, Wild Bill was one of the few western heroes who could talk tough and make you believe it. I could have used more of that, as well. All in all, it's a mostly an indoor western.