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Predictable but don’t underestimate it


 
 
 
Gunfighters is a good, solid
1940s oater with several merits but in the last resort it’s predictable and
clichéd.

 
 

Cinecolor, rather nice
 
Randolph Scott was by this time
turning out two Westerns a year and this was his 26th. It was
something of a production line. Still, as I say, it has its points.

The production values are high.
It was done in Cinecolor, a process which gives a pleasant almost pastel wash
to the print and highlights the reds, and the nice Fred Jackman Jr. photography
of Sedona AZ locations, with all that red earth and those pink rocks, suits it
very well.

The acting is good too. Scott
does his seasoned Westerner act as Brazos Kane in the lead and there are two
pretty girls, sisters, for him to choose between, Bess and Jane Banner (Barbara
Britton and Dorothy Hart). The heavies are also strong, especially the sneering
killer Ben Orcutt (Forrest Tucker) who fancies himself quicker on the draw than
Kane. Poor fool.
 
Sure you got the right sister, Randy?
 
It’s a very corny start, with
Kane killing his best friend in a Main Street quick-draw shoot-out because the
friend “just had to see who was the fastest”. Kane hangs up his guns, never to
fire them again. As if.

As is 100% predictable, he is
obliged later in the movie to strap six-shooters on again and shoot it out with
the bad guys. He throws the pistols away again at the end when he rides off into
the sunset with the chosen sis (sorry to spoil it for you but I don’t think I’m
giving away much) but you just know it’s only until the next crisis, when he’ll
be shooting people again.

The message is therefore rather
rancid: however hard you try, the only way for a real man is to use firearms.
 
That’s his kind of gal
 
It was a Zane Grey story (Two Sombreros) which I haven’t read so I
don’t know how much Alan Le May altered it for the screen but the writing is
the weakest part of the film. If you don’t guess within ten minutes who the
murderers are, you must be pretty green.

There’s also the routine and
despicable resort to lynching that disfigured so many Westerns. Not that
lynching didn’t happen, it did, far too often, but just that it’s brushed off
as insignificant. When Kane is saved from the hanging, the sheriff laughs it
off as all cleared up now and no one arrests the attempted murderer. Harmless
horseplay, I suppose.
 
 
The picture was directed by
George Waggner (1894 – 1984) who started as an actor in silents (he was Buffalo
Bill in The Iron Horse) and also
wrote a good many B-Westerns in the 1930s. In the 40s he produced some too. So
he was pretty experienced one way and another. He later directed a lot of TV
Westerns. Occasionally the direction of Gunfighters
is good, even inspired. I love the way, for example, that the plot starts right
away, under the titles so that five minutes in, the story is well under way.
And the horse chase sequence is terrific, with stuntmen but no fakery. At other
times, though, the pace flags and you think they’ll never get to the inevitable
final reel showdown.


It was the first production work of Randolph Scott and Harry Joe Brown that was to blossom into such a productive and high-quality cooperation in the coming decade.

 
Writer Burt Kennedy said that it was the only Scott/Brown film not to make money, which wouldn’t have pleased Harry Cohn, but fortunately the next one, Coroner Creek, was a humdinger.

I love a Randolph Scott Western
every now and then. They were so ‘straight’ and uncomplicated yet actionful and
well done. This wasn’t one of his best but don’t underestimate it. You could do
a lot worse.

 

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