Buffalo Bill Cody (Gordon Scott) fights Indians, led by rival Yellow Hand and spends time looking for the unscrupulous white men who are selling them rifles and whiskey.
Just plain bad, bad acting combines with bad dubbing, bad costumes and a generally kooky atmosphere to make this one of the silliest spaghetti westerns ever made. Seriously, this is as sophisticated as watching eight-year-olds playing cowboys and Indians in the backyard, trying hard and failing to turn Buffalo Bill into a beefcake action hero, via former TV-Tarzan Scott. The highlight of the film is a knock-down, drag-out fight between Scott and plus-size spaghetti western superstar Mario Brega.
Directed by J.W. Fordson (wow, John Ford's son?!), this has the nerve to directly steal one of it's sub-plots from Fort Apache. If only they really were related, Ford Sr. could have and should have taken him to the woodshed for that one!
One's enjoyment of this one depends solely on his or her desire to see really bad movies or their tolerance of mindless action. I really can't recommend this.
Just plain bad, bad acting combines with bad dubbing, bad costumes and a generally kooky atmosphere to make this one of the silliest spaghetti westerns ever made. Seriously, this is as sophisticated as watching eight-year-olds playing cowboys and Indians in the backyard, trying hard and failing to turn Buffalo Bill into a beefcake action hero, via former TV-Tarzan Scott. The highlight of the film is a knock-down, drag-out fight between Scott and plus-size spaghetti western superstar Mario Brega.
Directed by J.W. Fordson (wow, John Ford's son?!), this has the nerve to directly steal one of it's sub-plots from Fort Apache. If only they really were related, Ford Sr. could have and should have taken him to the woodshed for that one!
One's enjoyment of this one depends solely on his or her desire to see really bad movies or their tolerance of mindless action. I really can't recommend this.