Director George Seaton's last film is an inert, tepid western about two childhood pals and one-time cattle-ranch partners winding up on divergent paths: one (Dean Martin) joins a small gang of outlaws and robs a train near Bisbee while the other (Rock Hudson) becomes sheriff of the neighboring community. Formula drama without any hint of suspense or even wayward humor. As soon as the crooked foursome robs the train, they split up over greed (with Dino taking control of the loot); Hudson hears about the robbery and immediately takes off on his horse, only to end up at his office sitting behind a desk. Nothing in Theodore Taylor's screenplay seems fresh or well thought out, and most of the dialogue is downright atrocious ("That hold-up was as slick as spit on a round doorknob!"). Hudson gives a little more energy than enervated Martin, but everyone in the cast seem to realize this is fatigued material. David Shire's score is a minor asset. *1/2 from ****