In spite of looking a mess (as though it had been subjected to some sort of butchery), this remains a weirdie of the first order: a perverse religious allegory in the form of a Western. The Kid is a vicious psychopath given to laughing a lot, an actor manqué (anyone who doesn’t like his ‘performance’ is shot) who leads a gang of looters and rapists, and is incestuous with his father to boot. The town’s resident Mater Dolorosa, madam of the brothel, hires her lover Marcado (meaning scarred: ‘We all have scars, and the ones inside never heal’), a tight-lipped killer in the Eastwood mould, to kill the Kid, who is of course her son.
A veteran rodeo rider takes on a young apprentice in order to “teach him the ropes”, and winds up competing against him.
A murderous western outlaw, his wife, a disgraced gambler and a faded dance hall floozie and a few other socially undesirable characters are trapped in a snowbound mountain cabin. As the chances for rescue fade, the true natures of the cabin’s occupants rise to the surface.
Frontier Gun is another of the moderately interesting low-budget westerns turned out by 20th Century-Fox’s Regal Films subsidiary in the late 1950s. John Agar plays Jim Crayle, who offers his services as voluntary marshal when crazed gunman Yubo inaugurates a reign of terror. Unfortunately, Crayle is unable to outdraw Yubo due to a wrist injury, leading the townsfolk to assume that their new marshal is yellow. Only when his argument with Yubo becomes personal does Crayle truly rise to the occasion.
After pennyless miner Jess Collins saves Sonny Grover from two men he calls claim jumpers, he heads fo the town of Colton. There Grover’s brother grub stakes him and he waits for his claim to be recorded. But except for the brother he finds everyone against him including the two alleged claim jumpers who now say he is the partner of the claim jumper Sonny. Eventually he learns everyone except the brother knows Sonny was no good and he finds himself on the wrong side.
This goofy, delightfully sophomoric British spoof on spaghetti westerns was made for only $15,000 and that, along with the booming faux-Morricone score, only heightens the humor. Filmed in lush, green southwestern England (doubling for arid New Mexico), it chronicles the exploits of taciturn hero No Name and his stereotypical Indian side-kick Running Sore as they search for the nefarious villain The Squint.
A 19th-century pioneer family leaves Ohio and moves west to Kansas, encountering danger and hostility, during which the widowed father of one family falls in love with another pioneer whose father has been murdered by vigilantes.
An American arms dealer, Wilson, journeys south of the border during the Mexican Revolution and immediately sparks trouble when he provokes federal troops. His actions impress the revolutionaries, whom he joins forces with, and Wilson convinces his new allies to go after a rival arms dealer named Kennedy. When Wilson falls for Kennedy’s wife, Lisa and the revolutionaries eventually turn on him, the gunrunner finds himself in the line of fire.