It isn't all that great, actually. Really cheesy and very predicable of how certain scenes are gonna turn play out. However, I guess that's the charm of it all, because I would consider this one of my guilty pleasures.

The first must-see film of the year.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

It's easy to see why Bob Steele was among the top cowboy stars of the 1930s and 40s. With his cheerful personality, he is totally at ease with the new medium of sound, singing a mean tune, performing his own stunts and romancing the ladies between fist fights. The unique plot line of one of his first sound films has Steele on the lam from the law, heading south towards the Mexican border with Al "Fuzzy" St. John. As they stop at a friendly saloon, they find the piano roll playing... and everyone dead inside. "Fuzzy" exclaims, "Let's clear outta here, before they blame this on us!" Thus the wheels are set in motion for a crackerjack Western adventure.