La vendetta del tenente Brown

Rory Calhoun is a disgraced army officer trying to track down the only man who can clear his name in this bland western with all the standard elements. It does feature the World's most inept lynch mob. So that's something, I suppose. Poor: [4/

The Saga of Hemp Brown is a satisfactory western with great characters, good visuals and the usual solid performance from Rory Calhoun.

But...

Rory has a mission to clear his name. Ok nothing wrong with that...unless the movie presents about 10 different ways that this could occur before reaching its conclusion?

It ends up giving you the feeling of 'what's the point'. The plot totally destroys what is otherwise a good presentation.

I can usually overlook plot holes but The Saga of Hemp Brown keeps smacking you over the head with them.

Its a real shame and this was allowed to happen and it feels like they pumped out a movie treating the audience with contempt :)

Lieutenant Rory Calhoun is in charge of making sure the payroll and the wife of the commanding officer gets to the fort. He runs into ex-sergeant John Larch, who robs the payroll. Charges are brought for theft; Larch is believed dead. The only thing the court can make stick is cowardice, which gets him cashiered, of course, and infamy. So he goes in search of Larch to prove his innocence.

There are lots of nice details in this Shaky A western, one of many made by Calhoun in the 1950s. Director Richard Carlson seems particularly good in directing the women, particularly Beverly Garland, the star of a traveling show that succors him. But there's something about this movie that strikes me as odd. It seems to lack any subtext whatsoever, with all of its points lying on the surface, a story that is well told, but has nothing at all to say about anything else.

And it should. The direst B western has something to say about the coming of civilization. This seems to be a story about Calhoun's character and nothing more. Perhaps that's the subtext: things happen, and there's no meaning to them beyond the individuals involved. That's rather nihilistic, isn't it?

An army officer (Rory Calhoun) is blamed and is dishonourably discharged from the army wrongly after gold from a stagecoach is robbed. He goes after the man really responsible.

An indistinguishable low budget western that looks cheap, but fairly mature material.

After a botched robbery, an ex-cavalry lieutenant struggles to regain his good name by catching the real robber.

The first part—the robbery and the cashiering—made me think this would be a superior western. But then Brown (Calhoun) meets up with Mona (Garland) who falls for him immediately Hollywood style, and it's murky time from there on, especially when it's trying to figure out who's on what side and why. One thing about these Universal oaters of the 50's—they're always well photographed in Technicolor. So when the story flounders, as it does here, there's still lots to look at. I'm just sorry that two of the best B-actors of the period, Garland and Larch, don't get to do more. I was looking forward to Garland's hoochie-koochie before she wrapped herself in a cloak. Anyhow, if you can figure out the latter part of the plot-line, you might enjoy this otherwise routine oater.