Kristine Miller stars as a tough woman fighting to save her family's mine from a corrupt mayor {George Macready} and his hired thugs. Enter Skip Homeier who is mistaken for bad guy Shotgun Kelly and sets about trying to save the day.
Bad, bad and bad oater showcasing the bad side of Republic Pictures. The story is a solid one and the cast manfully try to make it work. But the action is unadventurous and there's a distinct lack of conviction in the delivery of the tedious script. Filmed in something called Naturama, which was Republic's unique widescreen process, and shot in Trucolor, it's a shame that the cinematography from Bud Thackery fails to bring to life the Iverson Ranch locale. Tho in fairness, the print of the film these days is as awful as the film itself is. The score from R. Dale Butts is devoid of rhythm for the action, while director Joe Kane, a more than competent director on his day, is unable to turn this pigs ear into a silk purse.
Not recommended to anyone other than Western/Republic/Homeier completists like me. 2/10 for George Macready's gusto and Kristine Miller's smile.
Bad, bad and bad oater showcasing the bad side of Republic Pictures. The story is a solid one and the cast manfully try to make it work. But the action is unadventurous and there's a distinct lack of conviction in the delivery of the tedious script. Filmed in something called Naturama, which was Republic's unique widescreen process, and shot in Trucolor, it's a shame that the cinematography from Bud Thackery fails to bring to life the Iverson Ranch locale. Tho in fairness, the print of the film these days is as awful as the film itself is. The score from R. Dale Butts is devoid of rhythm for the action, while director Joe Kane, a more than competent director on his day, is unable to turn this pigs ear into a silk purse.
Not recommended to anyone other than Western/Republic/Homeier completists like me. 2/10 for George Macready's gusto and Kristine Miller's smile.