Violência de Bandido

It's 1893. The town of Pecos, Texas is being harassed by Martin Conroy and his gang. Few are willing to stand up against him. Tim Holt and his Mexican sidekick Chito Rafferty suggest recruiting famous lawman Terry Moran. They don't realize that they're getting Moran's daughter also named Terry.

This is later in the career of Tim Holt. This B-western doesn't have quite enough energy. Even the shootouts don't have great kinetic energy. It's fine as far as old B-westerns but it's not anything exciting. When the twist of Moran's daughter first gets revealed, I thought that she would have some much better action scenes. She should be the Terminator or something. It's all a little less than expected.

I'm a big fan of the old B Western and Tim Holt is a particular favorite of mine. I've always thought Tim Holt was one of the most under-appreciated heroes of the old silver screen.

While never quite enjoying the popularity of Hoppy, Gene or Roy he made some of the best movies of his genre. Target was 2nd to the last of Tim Holt's Westerns and made at a time when the old B Western was riding off into the sunset. It's sad he couldn't have had a better send off.

The Post World War II Tim Holt westerns are some of the best ever made but Target was the worst of the lot. A great western hero, not a great movie, check out just about any other of his old B's and you'll agree Tim Holt rides as tall in the saddle as the best of them.

Hard not to agree with the other reviewers—this is not the duo's best oater. The boys appear to be just going through the motions without the usual spark or enlivening banter. Add to that an all-too-familiar storyline, and the results are mediocre, to say the least.

I always admired Holt as maybe the only matinée hero with a sidekick bigger and handsomer than he, and no buffoon, to boot. Together, they were an appealing exception to the usual. But, by 1952, the handwriting was indeed on the wall. These matinée cheapo's were about to be absorbed into the living room's little black box. Too bad, Holt and Martin didn't work out a TV deal like, say, the Cisco Kid or Gene Autry. Anyway, about the only memorable part of this 60-minutes, is a leading lady who maybe can't decide on a stage name, but can sure shoot a gun.