This was 90 minutes of plastic acting by a bunch people who must be friends of the amateur director or whoever had access to the equipment. The plot felt like it was written by a high school drama class. The dialog must have been written by a Republican Bible school and was filled with clichés. Just before the big shoot-out, the bartender first expresses his confidence in the evil sheriff and then says, "If you're gonna dance with the devil, you have to pay the fiddler." Under normal conditions, the bad guy should have shot him, to the standing ovation of the audience. And all with the aged Roy Clark and Mel Tillis telling the story. Maybe Roy and Mel owed favors to the parents of all of the actors and director. It is filled with flash backs as the newspaper writer drags the story out of the two old boys with booze and flattery which makes it tedious.
I can say on the positive side that this movie has the greatest western hats I have ever seen in a movie. With the exception of some decent photography, this was equal to a few of the poorer B movie westerns of the 1950's without the nostalgia of having seen it in an actual theater. Even young people are too sophisticated for this drivel. Don't waste your time. Go back and watch something you've seen before ... before you watch this.
