Bad Jim

As is well known in movie lore, John Clark Gable is the posthumous son of Clark Gable and his last wife Kay Williams Spreckels. By dint of his father's estate and the fact his mom had previously been married to the heir of the Spreckels sugar fortune, young Mr. Gable had a fairly comfortable childhood. In fact his mom took great care to raise him with a degree of privacy and away from Hollywood. She never allowed him to be photographed for an understandable fear of kidnappers.

I guess when he decided to claim his dad's legacy he should have picked a better vehicle than this. I suppose it's only natural that I look for something of his father's persona in him on the screen, but I didn't see it. Probably takes after mom.

Gable, along with cowboy pals James Brolin and Richard Roundtree come upon outlaw Pepe Serna who rode with the recently deceased Billy the Kid. In fact he's got the Kid's horse with him which he's willing to swap. Young Gable does swap with him and he and friends decide that they're not exactly upwardly mobile punching cattle. They decide to become outlaws.

Naturally after killing several members of a posse trailing them after they rob a bank they become notorious. Of course the fact that it's every day you have a typical outlaw gang of three consisting of two white and one black man doesn't give them the least little clue that splitting up might increase their survival chances. But these three aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer.

So with this less than sterling debut in this film, John Clark Gable decided the movie life wasn't for him.

What the producers should have done is find a vehicle that would have teamed him with that other posthumous son of a screen legend, Tyrone Power, Jr. Now that might have brought in a few dollars at the box office. And young Power definitely has his father's persona.

First saw this movie around 1991-92 on HBO while in high school. I was intrigued then and still am now. Indeed the plot is a little bizarre and uneven, I think that's part the allure for me. I like the "authentic old West dialogue" they use, especially James Brolin (B. D.) who plays the older experienced and level headed guy but who is a bit of a dolt and follows John T's lead after he goes off the deep end after getting his mind possessed by The Kid's horse. Pepe Serna is always welcome, and despite Gable's awful acting chops, the scene with the prostitute and her "brother" is sweet. Who can resist the bank robbing montage set to the completely out of place 90's hairband rock music? Or when they gloriously devour those peaches for "$1 the can?" Ultimately it's a story about 3 average Joe's who are sick of their mundane life as rustlers, guys who decide (with a little help of a demonic horse) that they want more out of life, only to realize that money can't help you when you're constantly on the run. But truly, aren't we all just trying to get to our own beautiful Montana Territory in this life? Great scenery, interesting dialogue, and period-specific details. Good on you, Bad Jim.

It's not often that the horses do a better job of acting than the principle in a western. While James Brolin and Richard Roundtree were passable John Clark gable was gawd awful. The story line itself didn't really make any sense, apparently riding Billy the Kid's horse altered the sensibilities of the rider. If that was indeed the premise of the story more should have been made of it. Although the narrative was incoherent the scenery was good and Brolin's appaloosa horse was stunning. It's a shame they wasted the time and effort it took to make a film that didn't make any sense.This would make a good movie to have on with no audio and music playing while you clean the house.

Not the worst western I've ever seen, but hardly a good one. The lead actor and son of a Hollywood icon is not the actor his dad was. Most of his dialogue sounded overly rehearsed and hardly natural. Then there was a song played in the middle of the movie, probably called Renegade that sounded like something from Air Supply in a late 70s or early 80s in a bad cop movie. This movie like many westerns seemed to not only endorse prostitution, but this one made no big deal about the poor Mexican underage prostitute who appeared to be about 12 years old. Realistic? Probably, but why did this movie gloss over it like it was no big deal. I guess the words pedophile or statutory rape didn't exist in the old west like they do in the new Hollywood. And the wagon train Indian fight was poorly choreographed at best.

Corny movie...

waste of time watching.

If you see this in a bin for $5.00 at Wal-Mart save your money....

trust me, you will thank me for avoiding watching this Save your money and buy a Taco Bell lunch box instead.