Never heard of Richard Wilson as a director and I am less than surprised about that after watching this innocuous piece of directing.
Mitchum carries the movie with a solid performance, Karen Sharpe is good to look at and seems unable to take her eyes off Mitchum, Jan Sterling seems poorly used as madam at the local brothel, and the real surprise in this movie comes from a young and beautiful but uncredited Angie Dickinson, who would catch John F. Kennedy's roving eye in the near future.
The big baddy only turns up at the end and is shot like an animal, and all the other villains get whacked. Claude Akins' demise is memorable for its improbability: he is shot, gets his foot caught in the stirrup as he falls from his horse, gets pulled along, and in a show of remarkable strength and fitness before passing on, he sits up straight, gets his foot off the stirrup, and bites the dust dead as a door nail.
Good photography helps, even if the action sequences are by and large less than credible.
Mitchum carries the movie with a solid performance, Karen Sharpe is good to look at and seems unable to take her eyes off Mitchum, Jan Sterling seems poorly used as madam at the local brothel, and the real surprise in this movie comes from a young and beautiful but uncredited Angie Dickinson, who would catch John F. Kennedy's roving eye in the near future.
The big baddy only turns up at the end and is shot like an animal, and all the other villains get whacked. Claude Akins' demise is memorable for its improbability: he is shot, gets his foot caught in the stirrup as he falls from his horse, gets pulled along, and in a show of remarkable strength and fitness before passing on, he sits up straight, gets his foot off the stirrup, and bites the dust dead as a door nail.
Good photography helps, even if the action sequences are by and large less than credible.