La caverne des hors-la-loi

Cave of Outlaws is directed by William Castle and written by Elizabeth Wilson. It stars MacDonald Carey, Alexis Smith, Edgar Buchanan, Victor Jory, Hugh O'Brian and Houseley Stevenson. A Technicolor production out of Universal International Pictures, with music scored by Joseph Gershenson and cinematography by Irving Glassberg.

1895 and Pete Carver (Carey) is released from Kansas State Prison, he is the only survivor of a gold robbery 15 years earlier that saw his father killed in caves near Cooper Bend, Arizona. The gold was never recovered, and now Carver is back in Copper Bend, and this place, its inhabitants, are about to be privy to greed, treachery and murderous secrets of the past.

William Castle was 7 years away from making his lasting mark on cinema, where his scare tactic gimmicks used to accompany his horror movies ensured him a lasting reputation as a showman producer with tactical nous. Prior to this he was a jobbing director, churning out a number of low rank and file pictures that are rarely mentioned and mostly forgotten about. The odd one, mind, is worthy of spending time with on a Sunday afternoon. One such film is Cave of Outlaws, a Western that certainly doesn't shake the earth or raise the pulse considerably, but has enough interesting locales and quality of story to render it as watchable fodder for the B Western fan.

Standard formula applies here, man has mission to accomplish, gold is the route of all evil, pretty girl offers hope of romantic redemption, but villains and the law are spoiling the broth. There's no great stand out action sequences, but they are well handled by the director and stunt men, with a couple of good old fist fights to brighten the day. The Technicolor print is nice and with Glassberg and Castle making great use of the eerie Carlsbad Caverns and the lovely exteriors at Vasquez Rocks, picture is always pleasing on the eye. Cast are modest, but nothing to annoy or hinder, though it's unusual to see Buchanan turn in an average portrayal. 6/10

B-Horror Huckster Icon William Castle Directed this, aside from the Unusual Cave Scenes, Average Western Story about Hidden Treasure and the Lust for Gold.

Macdonald Carey Looks more like a "Dude" then a Man who Spent the Last 15 Years in Prison.

When He is Released, Returns to the Scene of the Crime and the Town-Folks Fawn at His Feet.

Because, Supposedly, He knows where the Gold from the Robbery that sent Him to Prison is Hidden.

You Guessed it...In the Cave.

It's all Rather Far-Fetched and Less than Engaging and is Staged Without much Flare.

The Highlights are "The Cave", of course, but Also Alexis Smith and Her Stunning Wardrobe and Edgar Buchanan Against Type as a Sober Agent.

Watchable but Unremarkable, Except for the Odd Cave Scenes.

The Rest is Ho-Hum Action with Ho-Hum Results.

Fifteen years ago, a gang of bandits hid a stash of stolen gold in a cave. Now Pete Carver (Macdonald Carey) has returned, after serving a long prison sentence, to collect the loot. The trouble is, everybody in town wants a piece of his action. He helps the pretty widow Liz Trent (Alexis Smith) to re-launch her newspaper, The Clarion - but what is Ben Cross's interest in her?

Apart from a big, elaborate cave set with realistic stalactites and stalagmites, this listless western doesn't have much to offer. Ever-present western character actor Edgar Buchanan is good as Dobbs the Wells Fargo investigator, and the two leads are adequate, but that's it.

Some of the ludicrous touches include the cave interior being brighter than day, and Carver's ability to overcome two armed heavies, even though he has recently been shot and beaten up. The denouement is preposterously neat.

Verdict - slack, run of the mill horse opera.

The first detail to interest me in watching CAVE OF OUTLAWS was the fact that William Castle directed, he who was far better known as a horror specialist. The second was the strangely named actor, MacDonald Carey, who was not a bad thespian by any means, but somehow never seemed to have the talent, magnetism, or physical appearance to make top flight.

One curious aspect is that much of the action happens in caves with stalactites and stalagmites, the place where the stolen Wells Fargo cash is hidden, getting pretty much every town resident to try to ingratiate with Carey, who has just served 15 years behind bars but faces the general consensus that he is back to collect the hidden dough. Incredibly, many of them inviting him to finance their business or to freeload until he gets his bucks - which strikes me as contradicting the spirit of capitalism that has always guided the US and the American Dream.

Anyway, Carey does not mind getting a free suit, meals, and other gifts, and is understandably less happy when he gets beaten up and robbed... but all in a day's work.

The action requires some suspension of disbelief, but it ain't no bad flick if you have the patience. 7/10.

Universal had the good sense to boost this otherwise routine oater with Technicolor filming at Carlsbad Caverns. This results in some impressively eerie shots unusual for a Western. The screenplay has some promising ideas, but these tend to get muddled amid an overly complex narrative. Pete (Carey) returns to town after serving a jail term for robbing Wells Fargo and hiding the loot in a cave. Now townspeople cater to him, including owner of newspaper (Smith) and local kingpin (Jory), even as Wells Fargo agent (Buchanan) trails him. So when will Pete go for the loot.

It's hard to get at people's true motives because of the hidden gold. Then too where is Smith's missing husband—was he in on the robbery and now hovering out of sight. It seems no one can be trusted, including Buchanan. With better story development, a more interesting leading man, along with the spooky caverns, this could have been several cuts above the usual Western. I guess my biggest disappointment, however, is with the movie covering up the statuesque and shapely Alexis Smith in yards and yards of period clothing. Too bad since she was reputed to have the best legs in Hollywood. Hormones aside, those soaring rock columns and hanging stone icicles still remain the main reason to tune in.