Add this one to the list of movies that could have/should have been better. No problems with the cast, Clint Walker and Vincent Price and Anne Francis are all as good as ever, but the concept of the story suffers from poor writing and direction and meanders all over the place. The movie opens with a failed prison break that feels and looks more like a spaghetti western and adds little to the slow, dramatic story of a gunfighter who wants to leave his past behind. This sort of story has been done before, most notably in The Gunfighter with Gregory Peck where we sympathized with the gunman and his friends and family. When the past finally catches up with Walker at the end, we're left to wonder who and why and where the past came from and not sure where our sympathies should be, it's just a means to an end.
Review of More Dead Than Alive
