Low-rent, cardboard horse opera from quickie producer Sam Katzman about a gang of crooked lawmen, a string of gold robberies, murders, Indians, and a bunch of other stuff, none of it even remotely interesting. James Philbrook is too old for his part and is almost visibly straining not to look like it, the exotic Nancy Kovack is way out of place in a rock-bottom cheapie like this and doesn't have much to do anyway, the script is tired, what passes for "action" scenes are limp and lifeless, the direction is leaden, and the whole thing looks cheap, rushed and incomplete--in other words, everything you've come to expect from Sam Katzman. To be honest, though, this little oater doesn't even come up to Sam's usual "standards"--for lack of a better word--and you can no doubt find much better ways to waste an hour or so than sitting through this. Don't bother.
Review of The Wild Westerners
