Why some people think simply telling the story is a "review" is beyond me. And not even warning us they're giving away the plot is worse.
It annoys me because I want you to watch and enjoy this, another very good B Western starring the excellent Hoot Gibson.
Hoot had been a real cowboy, and a rodeo star, so when you think you see him performing his own stunts, some of which do indeed look dangerous, well, that really is Hoot Gibson.
All his movies, at least the ones I've seen so far (and I intend to see every one, somehow, some time), have him playing an unusual character for B Westerns: He usually does not even carry a gun; there is very little gun violence; there might be some fights, and Hoot might not always win.
One reviewer here called him an "Everyman Hero," and I like that. Hoot was not especially pretty, was not even very tall, but he seemed always like a real person one might actually run into on a ranch or in a ranch town.
As usual, in "The Local Bad Man" Gibson is surrounded by top-of-the-line fellow actors. Except for Sally Blane, who came from a family of stars, including Loretta Young, most of the players are known only to B Western aficionados. But by gosh they were actors, always believable in their roles.
And they were all helped immensely by another excellent script, this one by Philip Graham White from a story by the prolific Peter B. Kyne.
Hoot is always -- again, in the many films I've seen -- likable; he is not the rough, tough, gun-ready, on-the-prod cowboy, but knows what's right and wrong and tries to stand up for the right.
I have only two complaints about "The Local Bad Man": Sally Blane, a really beautiful woman, had one of the worst make-up jobs I've ever seen, absolutely wrong in every way, from the excessive black stuff around her lovely eyes to the ridiculous drawn-on (badly!) eyebrows; the print I watched at YouTube was in pretty bad shape.
Still, I will come back and watch this again. It's that much fun.
Oh, one more thing: One of the sidekicks is billed as "Skeeter Bill" Robbins. This is in the "trivia" about him here at IMDb: "All of his film appearances were in Hoot Gibson westerns, which isn't surprising since Robbins was in real life not an actor but the manager of Gibson's ranch."
Except he was an actor. Watch him in "The Local Bad Man." And weep with me that he died the year after this film.
Oh, one more one more thing: The directing and camera work are A quality, just excellent, and really help make this worth the 10 rating.
It annoys me because I want you to watch and enjoy this, another very good B Western starring the excellent Hoot Gibson.
Hoot had been a real cowboy, and a rodeo star, so when you think you see him performing his own stunts, some of which do indeed look dangerous, well, that really is Hoot Gibson.
All his movies, at least the ones I've seen so far (and I intend to see every one, somehow, some time), have him playing an unusual character for B Westerns: He usually does not even carry a gun; there is very little gun violence; there might be some fights, and Hoot might not always win.
One reviewer here called him an "Everyman Hero," and I like that. Hoot was not especially pretty, was not even very tall, but he seemed always like a real person one might actually run into on a ranch or in a ranch town.
As usual, in "The Local Bad Man" Gibson is surrounded by top-of-the-line fellow actors. Except for Sally Blane, who came from a family of stars, including Loretta Young, most of the players are known only to B Western aficionados. But by gosh they were actors, always believable in their roles.
And they were all helped immensely by another excellent script, this one by Philip Graham White from a story by the prolific Peter B. Kyne.
Hoot is always -- again, in the many films I've seen -- likable; he is not the rough, tough, gun-ready, on-the-prod cowboy, but knows what's right and wrong and tries to stand up for the right.
I have only two complaints about "The Local Bad Man": Sally Blane, a really beautiful woman, had one of the worst make-up jobs I've ever seen, absolutely wrong in every way, from the excessive black stuff around her lovely eyes to the ridiculous drawn-on (badly!) eyebrows; the print I watched at YouTube was in pretty bad shape.
Still, I will come back and watch this again. It's that much fun.
Oh, one more thing: One of the sidekicks is billed as "Skeeter Bill" Robbins. This is in the "trivia" about him here at IMDb: "All of his film appearances were in Hoot Gibson westerns, which isn't surprising since Robbins was in real life not an actor but the manager of Gibson's ranch."
Except he was an actor. Watch him in "The Local Bad Man." And weep with me that he died the year after this film.
Oh, one more one more thing: The directing and camera work are A quality, just excellent, and really help make this worth the 10 rating.