Bank robber Cornell Wilde shows up at the farmhouse of his weakling writer brother, towing maniac Steven Hill and his moll, Lee Grant. The police are looking for him; a man was killed during his last robbery. After wreaking havoc, he convinces his adoring twelve-year-old nephew, David Stollery, to help them escape over the mountains, with armed farmhand Dennis Weaver in pursuit.
It's all a bit over the top in terms of performances, but the story is good, and Lee Grant is unexpectedly good as a bleached-blonde floozy with a mink coat. Her career had begun auspiciously with a role in DETECTIVE STORY. Almost immediately, she was blacklisted for refusing to testify about her husband before the HUAC; she later remarked that she had been married to a communist and a fascist, and neither would take out the garbage. She began to direct in the 1970s, and is still with us.
It's all a bit over the top in terms of performances, but the story is good, and Lee Grant is unexpectedly good as a bleached-blonde floozy with a mink coat. Her career had begun auspiciously with a role in DETECTIVE STORY. Almost immediately, she was blacklisted for refusing to testify about her husband before the HUAC; she later remarked that she had been married to a communist and a fascist, and neither would take out the garbage. She began to direct in the 1970s, and is still with us.