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There are so Many Westerns Shown on Big and Small Screens in the 1950's that for the Sanity of Film-Buffs Everywhere,

is in Desperate Need of a Serious Culling from the Innumerable Herd, and Separated from the Routine, Unremarkable, Fodder, Band-Wagon Riders and Cash-Grabs.

An Individual, with the Patience of "Job", Time-to-Spend, and a Keen-Eye could Job-a-Work the Tremendous Task of Tedium by Starting with the "Big-3" Directors...

The Western-Movies of Anthony Mann...Budd Boetticher, and John Ford...

The Collective Films of the 3 would do Any List Proud Titled...

"Great Westerns From The Decade of Westerns...The 1950's"

After the Said Round-Up of A-LIst-Productions, where Budgets were Big and could Finance "Tall-In the-Saddle" Talent.

The List Should Also Corral the Not-to-be-Forgotten, "B-Movies" without Prejudice,

Respecting the Work as "Primitive-Art" on Equal Terms with its Big-Brother Films.

"Four Fast Guns" Should be Included on that List of the "B's",

because it is Lost Among the Aforementioned Herd, and Needs to be "Wrangled" and Named as a "Hidden-Gem".

Made with a Very Limited Budget, with No Name Stars, Filmed in B&W (Widescreen), Relying on Adult Themes, a Certain "Realism" Lacking in Most, a Solid, No-Filler Script, and a Visceral Display of "Gun-Fights",

and You Have the Short-Story Version of a "Tale of the Old West" that is Entertaining, Twisty, and to the "Gun-Point"...Should Please Western-Movie-Fans.

Interesting Diverse Characters Straight Out of Dime-Novels, Larger-Than-Life Names and Personas, with Rumpled and Unironed and Dusty Outfits of the Saddle, and Showdowns Staged with Maximum Thrills and Minimum Frills.

Edgar Buchanan, as the Drunk and Comedy Relief (BIG Surprise), is the Only Diversion in this Violent Kill or be Killed Story.

Martha Vickers, 15 Years after She Got "High" and Flirted with Bogart in "The Big Sleep" (1945),

is the Wife of a Crippled, Piano-Playing, Poetry-Reading Villain (Paul Richards). She, with an Independent, but Loyal Streak.

Haggard but with a "Fast-Gun" James Craig as the "Town Tamer,

All Combine to Deliver the "Dry-Goods" in Stylishly-Gritty Fashion.

The title might vaguely ring a bell as the final film of Martha Vickers; who fifteen years earlier had a father in a wheelchair in 'The Big Sleep' and this time has a husband similarly challenged.

Despite being shot in CinemaScope, the general monochromatic drabness of the town of Purgatory (which the script is fond of reminding us the town is called, and doubtless inspired the name of the town in 'Support Your Local Gunfighter') captures the cramped bleakness and propensity for violence that probably characterised the authentic Old West.

The film's striking poster, the title, it just kind of drew me in. Four Fast Guns started off kind of slow for me but oddly enough as the film progressed I was actually starting to become involved. The basic story is kind of fun, but as is often times the case with these old westerns, and maybe with the old west in general, there are so many contradictions to how and when the law is actually enforced. This is something I have noticed about many westerns, and this one in particular. I don't recall ever seeing James Craig before, and while he does a decent job here, I do think he lacks the charisma to carry the lead role here. Who knows though, perhaps he was so focused on being the stoic, unfeeling, tough-guy cowboy that he forgot to bring the rest? Anyway, the remainder of the performances are nothing special but adequate. It's kind of a slight film and yet I did find it kind of entertaining. Check it out and see for yourself.

Four Fast Guns is an interesting if not completely successful B western, done at a time when these kinds of films and stories were finding more of a home on the small screen. I could have seen this one as an episode on The Virginian for instance which was a 90 minute show.

James Craig has an encounter with a 'town tamer' on the trail and when he gets prodded into a fight he kills the prodder. Craig goes on into the town with the name of Purgatory and proceeds to take the job of town tamer.

Who Purgatory wants to eliminate is Paul Richards, once a fast gun himself, but now limited to running the saloon and all the organized outlawry in the area. Richards is limited also because he's in a wheelchair due to a broken back. And apparently he's also limited as far as wife Martha Vickers is concerned.

Richards sends a series of gunmen against Craig, Four Fast Guns to be precise. Three come up short, but the fourth is Brett Halsey who presents some unique problems no one foresaw on both sides.

The B western had certainly moved way beyond the Saturday matinée kiddie trade. You wouldn't have a Roy Rogers western dealing with something like impotence. Four Fast Guns probably would have been more explicit but for the Code.

Four Fast Guns was done on the cheap so it won't get a higher rating from me. Still it's an interesting work.

Four Fast Guns is directed by William J. Hole Jr. and written by James Edmiston & Dallas Gaultois. It stars James Craig, Martha Vickers, Edgar Buchanan, Brett Halsey and Paul Richards. Music is by Alec Compinsky and cinematography by John M. Nickolaus Jr.

After killing in self defence the town tamer who was on his way to clean up the town of Purgatory, gunman Tom Sabin (Craig) finds himself offered the position himself. With the financial rewards too great to turn down, Sabin agrees and finds a town being ruled and pillaged by wheelchair bound Hoag (Richards). Hoag has the financial pull to hire the best gunmen around to do his bidding, and soon enough Sabin finds he must out gun the men sent to kill him. Tricky enough as it is, more so when one of them turns out to be a familiar face.

Efficient and shot in black and white for noirish effect, Four Fast Guns kind of gets in and does its job with the minimum of fuss. The problem is is that it really offers up nothing new in the genre, with the attempt to blend an airy comedic tone with the drama never sitting comfortably together. There's a standard love triangle stitched into the quilt, which works whilst going exactly where you expect it to go, and the high points of the film come by way of the gun play show downs and Edgar Buchanan's ebullience. Acting performances are adequately of a low budget B Western standard, photography is pleasing (Darn Good Westerns DVD print is nice) and the brisk running time doesn't allow for pointless filler.

Enjoyable enough while it is on, instantly forgettable once it's over. 6/10