Based on Faulkner's novel, this picaresque comedy-drama is set amid those carefree days of early 20th century when an 11-year-old boy could get his education at a cat house and it was OK to give a woman a black eye if she got out of line. It's meant to be a tender coming-of-age story and a genial comedy for the whole family, but this uneven film is too vulgar at times and the humor is forced and generally unfunny. McQueen does OK but appears to be too old for the role of an immature rabble rouser. Vogel is quite good as the young lad who is exposed to the seedy aspects of life at too early an age. Crosse's character is such an idiot that he's rather annoying.
Review of The Reivers
