David C Kendall

The fact that James Coburn is one of my favorite actors (President's Analyst, Charade...etc.. the list is long), and that Roger Miller is one of my favorite comedic songwriters and crooners doesn't save this stinkhole of a plot which consists only of clichés (always the one stoopid bandit, corrupt sheriff, opportunist gambler) ..exagerrated by the casual rape of the leading lady. That made my ears lay back. And the word 'rape' being tossed around like a basketball, as if this is comedy. "But what about my rape?!", Billie blurts out, as she rides three-on-a-horse, with the perp laughing and getting handsy with her from behind. For my interest in celebrity legacy, this is a drop in status all around. That this attitude was present in a family film in the 60s just tells me things I don't want to know. Two stars instead on one, because Roger Miller sang me through.