Colpi di dadi, colpi di pistola

When I see a name like Howard Keel listed for a film, I can't resist having a look, particularly as Keel was probably my first screen hero (perhaps alongside Roy Rogers) as a six year old when I was taken to see Annie Get Your Gun. I still have vivid memories of him in that although it was around 65 years ago. I find it rather sad that stars like Keel ended up having to take jobs in feeble B westerns like Arizona Bushwhackers when they have so much more to give. Rather sad also that he's remembered better for Dallas than Seven Brides for Seven Brothers by some people. However, on to this film, Arizona Bushwhackers is a very tired looking picture that looks like it was made for TV, rather like those Warner Bros series in the 50's like Bronco with sets where everything looks so clean. Everyone wears clean clothes with shirts perfectly pressed and dresses that look like they've just been hired from the fancy dress shop. The movie is packed with actors and actresses who have seen better days, quite big stars some of them in their day like Yvonne De Carlo, John Ireland and Brian Donlevy (who doesn't look at all well here, in fact he died a few years later as did Marilyn Maxwell). Barton McLane although only in his sixties, looks about 80. Actors seemed to age far more quickly back then (1968) than they do today. Too much alcohol and cigarettes I think. The script here is very tedious, nothing I've not seen in westerns hundreds of times before, the colour is washed out and the direction listless and lazy. The final Indian attack is comical as this group of so called renegades just roar into town riding up and down and get picked off by the towns folk waiting for them. Must have been the most stupid Indians ever in a western. The only reason for watching this is to see your favourite old time movie stars of B films which does give one a sort of peculiar warm feeling as their easily recognisable faces appear. I thought John Ireland as a one armed deputy came off best in the acting stakes. Bless them all.

Arizona Bushwhackers (1968)

** (out of 4)

Set during the Civil War, Lee Travis (Howard Keel) is a Confederate soldier who is released from a Union prison so that he can head to Arizona and become the new Sheriff to a small town that is controlled by Union supporters.

There's a lot of dialogue in the film that expands on the plot description I just gave but that's the basic plot to this film, which just seems too old-fashioned for its own good. The film was released in 1968 yet it seems like it should have been made thirty-years earlier but producer A.C. Lyles was attempting to make a Western that would appeal to an older crowd. The Italian Spaghetti Westerns had taken over so here was a throwback and that's also shown with the older cast.

Not only do you have Keel here but there's also Yvonne DeCarlo, James Craig, Barton MacLane and John Ireland. Obviously this film was meant to be a throwback to older Westerns but the problem is that there's just nothing interesting going on here. The characters are all boring. The story isn't anything to brag about. Then you've got to wonder why the producer would think this story would want to be seen by anyone in 1968.

Not only is the film very slow but it's just downright boring to the point where even the cast can't save it. The actors are all game for what they're asked to do but they just can't bring any energy to the material. You've even got narration from James Cagney to start things off but this turns out to be rather worthless as well.

Despite several reviews, that state, that Richard Arlen is not, in this movie, he appears, unbilled, in a quick scene, as a banker exiting his bank. This was archive footage, from another A.C. Lyles western, that was used, to fulfill a promise, that Lyles made, to Arlen, about 40 years, previously. In the late 1920's, Lyles was an office boy, at Paramount, where Arlen was a star, who befriended him. He told Arlen, that if he ever became a producer, he would put Arlen, in every one, of his films. This was a promise, that he fulfilled, even if it was only a picture, of him, on a mantlepiece, of a brief clip, such as, in this film.

1967's "Arizona Bushwhackers" was #12 of the 13 A.C.Lyles Westerns between 1963-67, missing both of his most prolific stars, Lon Chaney (8) and Richard Arlen (11). There are nine actors returning to the series, all but one (Barton MacLane) for the last time: top billed Howard Keel (3rd, in his final starring role) plays the Civil War rebel now fighting for the North, a former riverboat gambler sent West to Colton Arizona to settle a town rampant with corruption; Yvonne DeCarlo (3rd) as the town salesgirl, later revealed to be a Confederate spy; John Ireland (2nd), whose deputy appears to be the only honest citizen left in Colton, now that Sheriff Grover (Barton MacLane, 3rd of 4) has decided to go straight by leaving town; Scott Brady (5th) is the lead villain Tom Rile, running the saloon/gambling house when not selling stolen rifles coveted by Keel's supposed lawman to a band of renegade Apaches; Brian Donlevy (3rd) enjoys his role as the Mayor, but occasionally struggles to deliver his lines; Marilyn Maxwell (2nd) plays the hostess who knows the new sheriff from his days on the Mississippi; James Craig (3rd) as one of the title bushwhackers, killed in a clever bait and switch by one of his own men; finally, the ubiquitous Reg Parton shows up for his 10th Lyles oater, twice trying to murder the sheriff, unsuccessfully. As if that wasn't enough, we have the only feature film role of Roy Rogers Jr., who gets a nice closeup in his lone scene, then disappears from the picture, never to be seen again. Also, the opening narration is dramatically delivered by the unmistakable voice of James Cagney, his only screen work between "One, Two, Three" in 1961, and "Ragtime" in 1981. All things considered one may be thankful that it's as watchable as it is, with an exceedingly tired script sucking all the life out of the film, concluding with an appallingly feeble Apache attack that shows that director Lesley Selander couldn't wait to yell cut, on what turned out to be his screen farewell after 135 features. For my money, Scott Brady and Barton MacLane come off best, Howard Keel not so much.

Actually, wearing a blindfold during a sitting for this movie seems like a pretty good idea given how lifeless it is. When you see it's produced by A.C. Lyles then realistic expectations are needed, his low budget Westerns grabbed the aged coat tails of a genre that had moved onto a different plain than the one Lyles now traversed. Lyles was astute enough to fill out these Oaters with names familiar to genre fans, regardless of the advent of time or box office appeal, so some interest in the said picture was there from the off.

Some of these Westerns rose above their budget limitations to be better than average, the likes of Johnny Reno, Waco and Stage to Thunder Rock, while not essential Western viewings, are good time wasters for the undemanding fan. The trouble with Arizona Bushwhackers is that it promises so much more than it can ever deliver. Proudly it tells us that it's in Technicolor and Techniscope, and it stars Howard Keel, Yvonne De Carlo, John Ireland, Marilyn Maxwell, Scott Brady, Brian Donlevy, Barton MacLane and James Craig. Hell! The opening narration is even by one James Cagney. And with a plot involving spies and gun runners in the town of Colton, where Union and Confederate operatives dwell, it's all in place for some solid "B" entertainment. Unfortunately it's a lame duck once Caggers has finished his narration.

Story limps on as the various citizens of Colton potter around wondering about who is trustworthy? Who will get caught out? Who will survive? And isn't it about time the Indians showed up? The actors, bless em', give it a good go, shuffling about in some sort of one- take wonderland, while director Lesley Selander tries hard to beef up the plot with the odd action scene; including a fight between two one armed men that I'm pretty sure isn't meant to be funny. It all builds to a hopelessly weak finale where the Indians do indeed turn up and they file in for cannon fodder duties. The colour photography is washed out, the scenic locations barely realised, and the musical score is 101 rank and file. Lifeless all told and only fans of the fading stars should seek this out so as to tick off of their completist lists. 3/10