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Somewhat scattered drama set in the last days of the Civil War. Glenn Ford is the top billed star but he disappears for almost the entire middle of the film and it's really George Hamilton and Inger's show.

Partly a chase story and partly a drama of how once fastidious men can be corrupted and destroyed by war. George does fine as the Confederate soldier who can't face the war's imminent end since it has given him purpose and he has nothing to go back to. This was made towards the end of his short serious actor phase before he slipped into the overly tanned caricature he became and he gives it his best effort.

Inger Stevens, breathtakingly beautiful in the first of several westerns she made in the period between the end of her series "The Farmer's Daughter" and her too early death, registers strongly as the missionary who is in love with Glenn Ford but must contend with her captive status against George and his increasingly unruly band of refugees.

It also affords a chance to see several notable actors starting out. Max Baer of Beverly Hillbillies Jethro fame plays a total whack job with brio and Harry Dean Stanton shows up in a small part. Most surprisingly right at the top of the film is a baby faced Harrison Ford who vanishes after a few minutes.

Not really a western nor a great film by any means but a decent effort if you like dramas set in the West.

Others have nailed it. It's the casting that makes this movie interesting. Makes it worth watching too. Many names here. Ironically, Harrison Ford, probably the biggest name of all when one takes the long view, was an absolute total no-named nobody in 1967. Glenn Ford was the only true Hollywood movie star in the cast, although probably a little past his prime at this point. Meanwhile, Paul Peterson, Inger Stevens, and even Max Baer, Jr, who were household names in 1967, might well have younger folks these days scratching their heads, saying "Who?" But they were names then, mainly TV names of the day, but names nevertheless.

Based on the inspired casting, clearly somebody had some higher aspirations for this movie. Somebody was trying hard to inject superior production values into this project. Somebody wanted this to be a box office success, maybe even a noteworthy film. But, alas, whatever it was, something was lost along the way. We could speculate about it 41 years later, try to pin it on somebody, but why? No point to that. Suffice it to say that somehow somewhere before all was said and done it lost its edge.

Another consideration is the year, 1967. How could this offering ever hope to compete? As I've written elsewhere, 1967 was the very best year ever for movies. The Graduate, Cool Hand Luke, In The Heat of the Night, Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, Bonnie and Clyde, The Dirty Dozen. Remarkable films all. There might be one such notable movie of the caliber of those in any one year. Two would be better than average. But six in one year? Extraordinary indeed.

The point is that 1967 was a remarkably good year for movies. Of course it's hard to flatly state that it was the very best movie year ever, because how could one possibly measure that? It is based on pure opinion. But try this: name another year that was any better than 1967. No can do. So this is the stuff A Time For Killing was up against as competition for the box office dollar back in 1967. It never really had much of a chance. In another year it might have fared a little better. But in 1967 it got lost.

This has always been one of my favorite Civil War flicks, along with Shenandoah, and Journey To Shiloh. Very gritty, exciting movie! However, I would never buy it unless it's released in the "wide screen" format, since much of the movie is invisible, due to the unacceptable use "pan and scan". Here's my vote for a DVD Wide Screen release.

A Time For Killing takes place in the southwestern territory of Arizona just days before the Civil War is to end. Several southern prisoners are held captive in an army stockade commanded by Emile Meyer. The prisoners could probably just sit things out and go home. But George Hamilton the commanding officer among the prisoners has an agenda all his own. The time and setting are similar to the 1953 William Holden film Escape from Fort Bravo and the Sam Peckinpaugh flawed classic Major Dundee which had come out a couple years earlier.

Hamilton's from the Deep South, the part that General Sherman has just ravaged. So Hamilton figures he's got some payback coming and after escaping he kidnaps Indian missionary Inger Stevens who is the betrothed of second in command Glenn Ford and does a little ravaging of his own. To give Ford a little personal incentive to come after him so he can kill some more Yankees. This mind you is after the escaping Confederates kill a dispatch rider bringing news of Lee's surrender at Appomattox.

With the Civil War so close to an end it would have taken one charismatic leader to have kept those Confederates in line for this crazy mission. And George Hamilton is too nice to really be convincing in the part of a revenge seeking southerner. It's the main flaw of A Time For Killing.

These are not John Ford type cavalrymen. You've got some real lowlife specimens on both sides Timothy Carey on the Union side and Max Baer, Jr. on the Confederate. Both are really into combat and killing, Baer who one remembers as the amiable dunce Jethro Bodine in The Beverly Hillbillies really surprises you with his role. In a small part as a Union lieutenant is Harrison Ford years ahead of his first big break in American Graffiti.

Dick Miller and Kay E. Kuter play a pair of Union soldiers who aren't exactly the greatest of patriots. Their characters are for comic relief, but in the grim proceedings of A Time For Killing, their comedy while not bad is definitely out of place.

A Time For Killing had some potential, but in the end I think the plot situation is really ridiculous and wastes a lot of talented people.

If only for it's unusual cast, this Civil War western revenge saga merits watching one time. Unfortunately, there isn't a great deal more about it to recommend as it is uneven and unsatisfying for the most part. Stevens plays a missionary (complete with bleached-out blonde hair and '60's eyeliner) who's visiting her beau Ford at a cavalry outpost where he's holding Confederate Captain Hamilton and others prisoner. Soon after she leaves, Hamilton and a cache of his men revolt and escape. They capture Stevens and kick off a chase across the desert to Mexico with Ford in pursuit. Of main interest is the oddball cast which includes Ford (who, at 51, sure was dragging his feet in marrying Stevens!), Hamilton (his tan completely in place and with his helmet hair and come 'n go accent, a very unlikely Confederate prisoner of war!), Baer, jr (giving quite possibly the worst performance ever captured on film as a lunatic soldier who giggles when killing and fights incessantly with everyone), Armstrong (trading in his sword and sandals), Stanton (long-time character actor who appeared in many cult favorites), Peterson (fourth-billed former child star who has little to do but represent innocence) and Harrison J. Ford (hardly onscreen as a heavily side-burned Union soldier.) The film starts out with an incongruent theme song which is abruptly cut short by the action of the plot. This sets up a consistent pattern of odd music cuts and choppy editing (the music in this film is FAR too over-emphatic and insistent, not to mention repetitive.) There are some okay action sequences and some decent scenery and occasional periods of dramatic interest. They are often undone, however, by some really bad supporting cast members and awkward writing and direction. There's a Union officer with a thick New York accent, a pair of nitwit, supposedly amusing, but actually deadly unfunny soldiers who keep interrupting the drama with their awful shtick and then a passel of chatty cantina whores. The all time worst acting honor, though, goes to Baer, jr who is so relentlessly bad that it actually hurts to watch him. He's a lunkheaded, unbalanced giant whose penchant for violence is not as shocking as it is annoying. The actor claims that playing on "The Beverly Hillbillies" type-cast him, but he seems here to be unable to play anything better. The "comic" relief in the film (which couldn't be any less amusing) is at great odds with the rather visceral violence and cruelty of the rest of the film. It's all put together so amateurishly and with so little regard for nuance or real feelings that it hardly matters. Thus the opportunity to see some name/cult actors in a tough little western remains the primary attraction.