Shotgun

One need only check out the poster to see why Yvonne was in this film. The acting was acceptable, but basically it was everyone playing their stereotype. Zachary Scott again plays a weasel, which made me wonder at the loss to our film heritage by the failure to develop the talent he showed in The Southerner and Mildred Pierce. In the film I saw, there were major and multiple continuity problems, and the lighting of several scenes went from daylight to night, to twilight. And I wonder at whether Apaches would set up an inherently ludicrous "duel" in which more than one horse would likely be injured or killed.

Despite the promising setup where Deputy Marshal Clay (Hayden) vows to catch killers of his respected Marshal superior, the suspense of revenge fails to gel. The following pursuit carries him over miles of rugged western desert and sometimes hostile Apache. All in all, these are promising ingredients for a good dramatic oater.

Nonetheless, potential suspense fails to gel mainly because the storyline's cluttered by subplots involving DeCarlo and Scott. As scripted each detracts rather than adds to the main premise. But then both D and S were name performers at the time and I suspect they were added for marquee value. Nonetheless, what may have helped the box-office didn't help the end result, at least as scripted. And that's along with lots of meaningless slow riding that mainly pads the movie's runtime and adds nothing to a showdown build-up.

What the flick does have are dazzling red-rock backdrops of Sedona, Arizona. Thus eyes remain focused even as the story itself meanders. Then too, there are some good minor touches like Clay watering his desert-dry horse with his cowboy hat, a nifty unusual touch. Then there's Clay keeping his dirty shirt on after a dramatically staged fist-fight, thus showing an occasional concern for frontier realism.

My guess is that there's a good western buried somewhere beneath The Shotgun's meandering storyline. Certainly the Gary Cooper-like Hayden's capable of carrying out a really good oater. For example, the following year he would star in the best of all heist films, Kubrick's The Killing (1956), along with his many westerns.

Anyway, if you're more a fan of great natural scenery than a coherent storyline, then I recommend this Allied Artists 1955 flick, flawed though it is.

There are very few westerns that aren't built up mainly on a theme of revenge, the western avengers on films must be innumerable, and they are always bold cold-blooded heroes, and there is always some beautiful girl waiting for them. Yvonne de Carlo here though has plenty of skin on her nose, and although Sterling Hayden doesn't exactly treat her as a gentleman, she is after all a good match for him, after all the obligatory fights, fisticuffs and gunfights, including a formidable bunch of Apaches. Any western fan will buy all this and enjoy it even with relish, because of the splendid photo and equally splendid music by Carl Brandt, but it is still a rather conventional piece of routine very far from the more hardcore rough settlements of for example Sam Peckinpah. This is all right, you will enjoy the three great leading actors and their issues, you will even more enjoy the landscapes and the music, but it is hardly a film you would need to watch another time.

Well directed by Lesley Selander ( unknown as a director to me ) it has two major merits; one, the casting of Sterling Hayden and Yvonne de Carlo, and two the use of the outdoors, and only marginally using interior shots. The editing is excellent and not one minute of the film is wasted. Hayden plays an outlaw turned good and Yvonne de Carlo plays an ex-saloon entertainer. Their pairing here is of a rough romance but the ending is inevitable. No spoilers on the plot except to say that Hayden is hunting down a batch of killers and finds de Carlo on the way. The film shows the Apache people in a slightly less offensive way than usual. There is a scene where de Carlo bathes in a stream hidden by foliage and there is no come on scene as depicted on the sensationalist original poster. It is true that Zachary Scott who has joined them takes a peek and gets very badly beaten up for it, but it is certainly no open season for Abby. De Carlo's character. On the contrary she is dressed in men's clothes all through the film, and there is never a female garment in sight. The BBFC shows the poster and it just shows how far Hollywood would draw in an audience, and to put it lightly exaggerate the subject matter. To sum up Hayden and de Carlo are perfect together and they both had the rare art of acting while being simply themselves. On screen that is, and it is not as easy as it seems.

Shotgun is directed by Leslie Selander and collectively written by Clark E. Reynolds, Rory Calhoun and John C. Champion. It stars Sterling Hayden, Yvonne DeCarlo, Zachary Scott and Guy Prescott. A Technicolor production with music by Carl Brandt and cinematography by Ellsworth Fredricks.

Standard revenge themed Oater set amongst the beautiful back drop of Sedona in Arizona. Story follows a familiar trajectory. Ben Thompson (Prescott) hits town after a long stint in jail, he's after the blood of the lawmen who put him there. When tragedy strikes during this act of revenge, Marshal Clay Hardin (Hayden) sets off in pursuit. Out on the trail he will acquire companionship in the form of saddle tramp Abby (DeCarlo) and bounty hunter Reb Carlton (Scott). A pressure cooker atmosphere is generated between the three of them as we head towards the finale where the Apache join the fray and truth, justice and consequence will out.

Selander was an old pro at the Western game, unfortunately in this instance his inexperience with "tougher" themed Oaters shows. It is all very workmanlike and he fails to rein in DeCarlo's overacting and ignite a flame in Hayden who is in one of his "I'm only doing it for the money" moods. However, spurts of violence are handled efficiently enough to liven up the middle third when the picture threatens to sink into a boorish pot of beans. There's also a nice twist on the duel formula at film's end, with machismo and tricks showing a hand to reward the patient. It isn't a must see for Western fans, and frustrations reside within, but there's enough to keep it above average. Sometimes beautiful scenery and Sterling Hayden riding into an Apache camp with muscles flexed is enough to pass the time of day with. And so it proves here. 6.5/10