This is a strange "Gunsmoke" comedy which I couldn't stomach watching right through. I tuned in several times over the first half-hour and each time the screen was filled with Forrest Tucker recreating his "F Troop" character of 5 years before -- and here he was playing that same sergeant in the same uniform right down to the sideways cavalry hat, and purveying that same roistering, drunken "Irish" charm. He comes to a point where, having borrowed money from Kitty, he rides out of town and gets a down-and-out Indian to drink whiskey from a jar, the same as the sergeant does, pumping him for information about where the bad guys went. This only goes so far as entertainment, even a curiosity of showbiz trivia. So I won't say any more, except that when Kitty catches up with him she plays along as his wife -- and the rest of this fiasco has them wrestling on the floor like the kind of spirited man and wife you're likely to see in John Wayne-Maureen O'Hara romantic comedies. It's just eve harder to see the comedy element, that's all.
Review of Sergeant Holly
