There's a reason why the western genre has, on the whole, died out. They were made ad nauseum from the 1940s-1970s and there were infinitely more "typical westerns" than good ones, so the public got tired of them. Yours truly is not a fan of westerns. They have to be really exciting-or have a serious amount of eye candy-for me to enjoy watching them. Therefore, you understand why I took a chance on Arizona Bushwackers, a western starring the hunky Howard Keel.
Unless you're desperately in love with him, you'll probably want to skip this one. John Ireland was supposed to be a one-armed sheriff, but he just had the end of his sleeve sewn into his trouser pocket, and both sturdy shoulders were clearly visible. Yvonne De Carlo tried to give a Jane Russell impression, and Marilyn Maxwell tried to give an Yvonne De Carlo impression. The townsmen with only one or two lines seemed like they either weren't actors or had gone to the John Wayne school of acting. Howard Keel seemed to be mirroring the audience's thoughts, wondering why he was stuck in such a bad movie when he was once king of the 1950s musical genre. Plus, I know the title had an actual meaning at the time, but nowadays, it's way too dated to take seriously.
Unless you're desperately in love with him, you'll probably want to skip this one. John Ireland was supposed to be a one-armed sheriff, but he just had the end of his sleeve sewn into his trouser pocket, and both sturdy shoulders were clearly visible. Yvonne De Carlo tried to give a Jane Russell impression, and Marilyn Maxwell tried to give an Yvonne De Carlo impression. The townsmen with only one or two lines seemed like they either weren't actors or had gone to the John Wayne school of acting. Howard Keel seemed to be mirroring the audience's thoughts, wondering why he was stuck in such a bad movie when he was once king of the 1950s musical genre. Plus, I know the title had an actual meaning at the time, but nowadays, it's way too dated to take seriously.