Flaming Bullets

Except for the imaginative plot—bad guys collecting rewards on other bad guys—it's a pretty standard matinée oater. Some good hard-riding, but through non-scenic San Fernando Valley locations; some good flying fists, especially the laughing gas battle; not much fast shooting, however. O'Brien looks good in his cowboy finery, especially the big white hat, (no doubt who the good guy is). Still, I could have used more of Ritter's wonderful crooning, but I guess he's too busy on the trail of the bad guys. Then too, I'm used to seeing the rotund Charles King as a premier bad guy. Here, however, he's teamed with Wilkerson in comedy relief, which, surprise, surprise, he's good at. Anyway, the storyline gets a little ragged at times even for an oater, but there's still enough to please a Front Row kid like this geezer.

(In passing—I could be wrong, but as an LA resident, the town exteriors look a lot like the old Spahn Ranch outdoor set, where Charles Manson, of all people, hung out with his "family", a short time before the Sharon Tate killings!)