Desperados

Dick Boone is the only reason to watch this fairly typical shoot em up, He's a hulking, laughing, skirt chasing liar and that's just for starters.

My favorite is when washing up in the lake he makes sure to walk by the tent of Miss Findley waving his arms in circles, bare chested and grinning like crazy... Don't miss Boone in Hombre and The Tall T, where I think he wears the same baby blue scarf!

Robbers Roost also has Leo Gordon, another great baddy but he's wasted by having hardly any screen time.

George Montgomery was a great guy, used to hang out at Ben Franks coffee shop on Sunset Blvd. For years... and when I was a telephone installer, worked at his house in the Hollywood Hills, he was an artist and had carved wooden or maybe stone western pieces of cowboys ropin' and ridin'... They were beautiful!

I think he did most of his furniture too!

This movie wasted a good cast and film stock.

George Montgomery and Richard Boone should have switched roles. Boone would have brought out the subleties of a good man masquerading as a bad guy.

Montgomery's career might have profited by playing a slick bad guy.

Who the heck was Sylvia Findley? why was she given the female lead? You've got Montgomery, Boone, William Hopper and Peter Graves all lusting after her. I don't see what the big deal was.

It also makes little use of Leo Gordon. When you have a big, intimidating guy like that, use him! He made a bigger impression opposite John Wayne in "Hondo" or as a convict in "Riot In Cell Block 11".

They should have given the guy with the guitar some better songs to sing.

At least the colors were good.

George Montgomery has as his source for this western no less a western writer than Zane Grey in Robber's Roost. Two outlaw gangs, one headed by Richard Boone the other by Peter Graves are employed at the ranch owned by brother and sister Bruce Bennett and Sylvia Findlay.

Bennett who is now a paraplegic for reasons not really explained in the story has hired two outlaw gangs as ranch hands, the theory being that one will watch the other especially since Boone and Graves hate each other's guts. It actually works for a while.

Into the mix comes Montgomery who joins up with Boone's gang. He's got his own agenda for mixing in all of this business. And he too is a wanted man.

The Zane Grey story translates well to the big screen. This is definitely one of George Montgomery's better B westerns.

Robbers' Roost is directed by Sidney Salkow and Salkow co-adapts the screenplay from a Zane Grey story with John O'Dea and Maurice Geraghty. It stars George Montgomery, Richard Boone, Sylvia Findley, Peter Graves, Tony Romano, Warren Stevens and Leo Gordon. Music is by Paul Dunlap and cinematography by Jack Draper.

As a huge Western fan it's disappointing to find such a damn fine cast operating in such a mundane Oater. It's not bad by any stretch of the imagination, it's just so ordinary and sits with a host of other 1950s genre pieces that fail to ignite and add something interesting to a standard tale.

Here we have two rival gangs of cowpokes working for one man, the reason for hiring both sets of rivals is tenuous at best. Anyhoo, the two mobs must try and get along enough to get the job done, only a couple of the main players have hidden agendas. While of course right in the middle is a tough gal, creating untold amounts of sexual tension.

The story unfolds in steady sedate fashion, the odd moments of action perking the pace occasionally, with plenty of macho posturing on show, while the ever lingering cloud of intrigue keeps the interest ticking by. Once the agendas are revealed the pic kicks into a higher gear, which builds tidily to the expected finale of few surprises.

The location photography is most pleasant (Durango, Mexico) and the colour lenses are also easy on the eye. But it's ultimately a waste of good casting and a potent premise, leaving us with an average Oater that's more a gap filler than a must see for genre fans. 5/10

That line, declared by at the end by a lawman, sums up the entire film, which belies its lively title.

Despite taking an original novel by Zane Grey (already filmed once before in 1933), a good cast and a stash of Eastmancolor stock all the way to Monterey for the use of veteran local cameraman Jack Draper, the result is tinny, talky and dull, the colour muddy and dull. The final shoot-out against a majestic backdrop of rocks takes an awfully long time a-coming and when it finally does is needlessly drawn out (even having a character run out of bullets at a critical moment to prolong it still further).

In a better film Richard Boone's grinning villain could have been really memorable; but this isn't that film.