Clint Walker is just out of prison after 18. He murdered a man and paid the price. Actually, he murdered a dozen, and so his hopes of getting a job, buying a ranch and never strapping on a gun again are futile. Instead, he becomes an attraction in Vincent Price's traveling shooting gallery. Because he hasn't handled a gun in almost two decades, he's slow and has poor aim; Price's assistant, Paul Hampton, is much faster and more accurate, but he has no reputation, and it eats at him.
The closing of the west was a frequent theme of the more ambitious American westerns of the 1960s, and ths is an examle of one; it's not just the west that's closing down, but its myth, of two-fisted fighters who face each other in the street, with only one walking away. This is a lesser example of the subgenre, but it's still good to watch, especially the scenes with Anne Francis as the woman Walker is sweet on, and who returns the feeling.
The closing of the west was a frequent theme of the more ambitious American westerns of the 1960s, and ths is an examle of one; it's not just the west that's closing down, but its myth, of two-fisted fighters who face each other in the street, with only one walking away. This is a lesser example of the subgenre, but it's still good to watch, especially the scenes with Anne Francis as the woman Walker is sweet on, and who returns the feeling.