Not the real Charlie Siringo
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The movie is very ordinary, I fear, though I suppose no worse than many a B-Western of yore. It is family-friendly (dread phrase) and politically correct, and you could watch it with your children, though they’d probably be bored. The characters all have modern teeth, hair and diction and are clearly wearing costumes. Nothing looks real. It all has the, er, hallmark of blandness.
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Another photo of Charlie
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The big plus it has is that Barry Corbin is the marshal. Then in his mid-fifties, Mr Corbin had, ahem, gained a little avoirdupois but never mind (and anyway, who am I to talk?) It’s always good to see him. William Sanderson has a small part too so if you want to see EB Farnum before he got to Deadwood, this is your chance.
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There’s Barry, on the right
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Talking of modern hair, above, that is in fact one of the funniest parts. Though made in the mid-90s some characters have hilariously 1980s hair, enough to put Dynasty in the shade.
Mr Johnson is OK, I guess. Born on a ranch near Tucson, ex-rodeo man, a three-year run as the Marlboro Man, now living on a ranch in Colorado, he has the CV. He was Col. Tom Soult in Comanche Moon and Beau Dorn in Crossfire Trail (with Corbin and Sanderson again). As Siringo he has to track down an evil bad guy, but is encumbered by a gabby deputy (Chad Lowe). “Don’t have time to be training that boy,” he says.
You could watch it, at a push. Better than going to the dentist.
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But I think you’d be better off reading about the real Charlie Siringo.
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