Cast: Jimmy Wakely, Dub "Cannonball" Taylor, Gail Davis, Tom London, Marshall Reed, William H. Ruhl, William Norton Bailey, Boyd Stockman, Joe Galbreath, Dee Cooper, Frank McCarroll, Holly Bane, Myron Healey, Bill Potter, Bob Woodward, Bob Curtis, Ray Whitley, Don Weston, Denver Dixon, Ray Jones.
Behind the camera: Director: OLIVER DRAKE. Screenplay: Basil Dickey. Film editor: Carl Pierson. Settings: Vin Taylor. Music director: Edward J. Kay. Set continuity: Helen McCafferty. Assistant director: Eddie Davis. Sound recording: John Kean. Producer: Louis Gray.
Copyright 10 July 1949 by Monogram Pictures Corp. U.S. release: 10 July 1949. No New York opening. No U.K. or Australian theatrical release. 56 minutes.
SYNOPSIS: Wakely and sidekick, "Cannonball", come to the aid of a sheriff who is being blackmailed by a gang of outlaws.
COMMENT: Puerile western, directed with a total lack of distinction, and poorly photographed to boot. So far as the fans are concerned, there is very little action — and what scant material the script offers is very limply staged with Wakely and company shooting off cap pistols and flurrying briefly in some weak-as-water fist fights.
Fortunately, Wakely presents a couple of pleasant songs which save the picture from a zero rating. Oddly, however, the incidental score is a remarkably uninspired hasty-tasty affair from a musician of Edward Kay's usually competent caliber.
Behind the camera: Director: OLIVER DRAKE. Screenplay: Basil Dickey. Film editor: Carl Pierson. Settings: Vin Taylor. Music director: Edward J. Kay. Set continuity: Helen McCafferty. Assistant director: Eddie Davis. Sound recording: John Kean. Producer: Louis Gray.
Copyright 10 July 1949 by Monogram Pictures Corp. U.S. release: 10 July 1949. No New York opening. No U.K. or Australian theatrical release. 56 minutes.
SYNOPSIS: Wakely and sidekick, "Cannonball", come to the aid of a sheriff who is being blackmailed by a gang of outlaws.
COMMENT: Puerile western, directed with a total lack of distinction, and poorly photographed to boot. So far as the fans are concerned, there is very little action — and what scant material the script offers is very limply staged with Wakely and company shooting off cap pistols and flurrying briefly in some weak-as-water fist fights.
Fortunately, Wakely presents a couple of pleasant songs which save the picture from a zero rating. Oddly, however, the incidental score is a remarkably uninspired hasty-tasty affair from a musician of Edward Kay's usually competent caliber.