A likable, very broad comedy-western with no substance whatsoever. Henry Hathaway produced and directed and it all looks like an excuse for Hathaway, the Duke and some friends to get together way up North and have a bit of a ball. Plot is minimal despite being taken from a play by Ladislas Fodor, (God knows what it would have looked like on stage), and it's very handsome courtesy of Leon Shamroy's photography and the utterly gorgeous Capucine. (Whatever became of her; she couldn't act but she could light up the screen).
Wayne's mugging begins to grate after awhile and not even the brilliant Ernie Kovacs can save it from lapsing into silliness, (there isn't a hint of danger anywhere). It's not often revived and by Hathaway's standards it's pretty poor. Fabian's in it, too, and gets to sing a fairly mediocre ballad while the excellent title song went to Johnny Horton.
Wayne's mugging begins to grate after awhile and not even the brilliant Ernie Kovacs can save it from lapsing into silliness, (there isn't a hint of danger anywhere). It's not often revived and by Hathaway's standards it's pretty poor. Fabian's in it, too, and gets to sing a fairly mediocre ballad while the excellent title song went to Johnny Horton.