Another in producer A.C. Lyles' string of geezer westerns. This time, instead of just producing the picture, Lyles decided to try his hand at writing it. Bad move. The scripts on this series of westerns were never particularly good in the first place, and many of them were written by Steve Fisher, who also wrote this one. His teaming up with Lyles doesn't seem to have improved things any, and actually this particular entry is a bit more rambling and disconnected than the usual Lyles western. Although it's full of old and familiar faces, and worth a look maybe for that value alone, the picture itself isn't very good at all. Slow as molasses, it seems to be afflicted with the same arthritis that many of its principals probably had. Making an action picture with a cast whose youngest member is in his late 50s wasn't a real good idea. This isn't a real good movie. Skip it.
Review of Johnny Reno
