When Eddie Phillips gets too handsy with Marion Shilling, police dogs Captain and Lady try to take a hunk out of him. In revenge, he muzzles them, takes them out to the middle of the desert, and leaves them to die. But they don't. Lady gets caught in a coyote trap and gives birth. Captain supports his family by stealing chickens. He also saves attorney Steve Pendleton from drowning. Eventually, Phillips captures Captain and is about to shoot him for the reward that has gone up, but Pendleton insists on a jury trial.
Let's have a couple of hisses for Phillips. Someone said that Hollywood was a great ocean of profitable B westerns, with a thin layer of unprofitable A pictures. There's something in that, if you add short comedies to the B westerns. Eddie Cline is best remembered for directing Buster Keaton's early short classics. Here, he's directing a B western with an unlikely premise, awful production values, and some fine comedy bits, from Lloyd Ingraham as a judge grumbling that he'd rather be fishing, to Bruce Mitchell as his fast-talking bailiff.
No one will ever mistake this as a great movie, or even a particularly good one. But the comedy bits are quite funny, which is what you'd expect from Cline.
Let's have a couple of hisses for Phillips. Someone said that Hollywood was a great ocean of profitable B westerns, with a thin layer of unprofitable A pictures. There's something in that, if you add short comedies to the B westerns. Eddie Cline is best remembered for directing Buster Keaton's early short classics. Here, he's directing a B western with an unlikely premise, awful production values, and some fine comedy bits, from Lloyd Ingraham as a judge grumbling that he'd rather be fishing, to Bruce Mitchell as his fast-talking bailiff.
No one will ever mistake this as a great movie, or even a particularly good one. But the comedy bits are quite funny, which is what you'd expect from Cline.
