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These spaghetti Greek mytholgy movies are barely watrchable at the best of times.

Some people want to claim this isn't a straight-up entry into the genre but is actually a spoof.

I dunno. Maybe.

Either way, it's ridiculous.

Blond hero actually has b00bs, not pecs. Women are pretty hot.

Plot is ridiculous.

Back when dusk-to-dawn drive-ins were popular, I could see this one being fourth on the bill, maybe even fifth. And the only people who stayed to watch were the young couples who were too busy making out to pay attention to what was up on the screen. I can't see anyone, anywhere, taking this seriously. And it's definitely not funny.

The more Henry Fonda one watches, the more obvious it becomes he was a one-trick pony.

Talking like he's soft in the head, earnestly spouting liberal drivel that is usually decades - if not centuries - out of place for the setting of the movie.

Now combine that with director Sammy Maudlin - I mean, John Ford - who was never afraid to pour some sugar on it.

By the time Claudette Colbert is in hysterics over seeing Johnny Blue B3llz standing in her living room, I was just about asleep.

The rubes probably thought this was a fantastic movie because it was an early Technicolor. Too bad it's basically a comic book.

I had barely ever heard of this dog, and had never seen it depite being a loyal fan of TCM for about 15 years. And now I know why: It's a total snoozer.

Viewers would be hard-pressed to find another movie as stuffed full of bloated gasbags. John Wayne playing a caricature of his on-screen persona. Jimmy Stewart playing his usual bumbling doofus. Edmund O'Brien playing his usual extra-bumbling doofus. And worst of all, gooned out of his skull John Carradine playing some kind of gasbag political functionary.

That's to not even mention the gasbag who hosts the political rally in the final act, the 50-something ''school boy," and the always-irritating Andy Devine.

I won't even bother summarizing the plot because who cares. Other than to agree with other reviewers who wonder whether this claptrap was made in 1952, rather than the stated 1962.

The only actor in this entire sorry production who doesn't turn in a career low is the ultra-cool Lee Marvin. Is it a spoiler to mention he gets shot ded when it's right there in the movie title?

I don't know whether this is the worst western ever made. I'm not even sure it's the worst western John Ford ever made. But it's surely a contender in both categories.

On the plus side, the political rally is surely Mel Brooks' inspiration for the scene in Blazing Saddles where the townsfolk gather at church to discuss possible remedies for their "Mongo" problem.