No Name on the Bullet

What this taut, tense and very-well-acted psychological western drama lacks in subtlety, it makes up in voltage, I suggest. The director, Jack Arnold, is noted for his making something engrossing out of low-grade horror material ("Creature From the Black Lagoon"); here he has first-rate supporting actors, a good setting and an interesting story to work with. The script was supplied with story by Howard Amacker and screenplay by Gene L. Coon. Con, later a contributor to "Star trek" followed a pattern in his writing; he introduced a false premise on the part of the central character and then let him find out his mistake as the action progressed; such a premise can lead to "discovery' that take the viewer along, or to a script where a false set of values are imposed onto existing materials. Here the formula work rather well, as most viewers of the film have noted. In this plot line, the ethical central character is a doctor, played by Charles Drake. To his town there comes a man called Gant. he is recognized as a famous hired gun; his pattern is to goad a man into drawing on him, outdraw him legally, then having done his job, to ride away and collect his "bounty' on a desired death. The man who recognizes him, and many others, begin to fear as the quiet, soft-spoken Gant waits and says nothing about his target, that the gunman is after them. The town's sheriff tells the townsmen he cannot go after Gant, since the man's neither wanted nor doing anything wrong. The Doctor befriends Gant, underplayed with some skill by Audie Murphy, who calls him "the only other honest man in town"; Gant expresses his admiration to the Doctor's girl, sultry Joan Evans, as well. But the tension undermines the shell of appearance and the questionable courage of several in town. the town's banker, Whitner Bissell, after a mine and worried the cheated owner has hired Gant, takes a gun, and failing in nerve tower's shoot Gant kills himself. Warren Stevens, who took Gant's wife Virginia Grey away, nerves himself up even though he is a coward to face Gant, then runs away, taking Grey with him, as he always does. The rancher cheated of the mine, John Alderson, fears the banker has hired Gant to finish his theft and organizes a vigilante group. Gant faces them down, outdraws brave Sheriff Willis Bouchey, and goes back to his vigil. Others in town including Dutch, played by Simon Scott and the banker's partner Karl Swenson now begin worrying also; only the blacksmith, the Doctor's father R.G. Springsteen and the town character, Hank Patterson, and the storekeeper Russ bender remained unaffected. At last Gant zeroes in on his man, a retired Judge, Evans' father Edgar Stehli; his method is simple. Evans' visits him in his room to ask him to leave; he tears her blouse, and takes the piece of cloth to the Judge. The Judge is outraged, and despite the fact he is dying and crippled, tries to shoot Gant. The gunman evades him, and leaves him alive. As he departs, he is met by the blacksmith and Drake; thinking he has killed the Judge, Drake throws a weapon at his arm, crippling him. Gant accepts his fate, and rides off, leaving the town wondering who is the honest man, and who is the killer. The film's features cinematography by Harold Lipstein,costumes by the great Bill Thomas, music by Herman Stein, art direction by legendary Alexander Golitzen and Robert Emmett Smith, sets by Theodore Driscoll and Russel A Gausman and makeup by Bud Westmore. This is a powerful and meaningful film that almost works perfectly. Drake and Scott, Bissell and Grey and Stevens are particularly fine; Evans is beautiful and effective as the Doctor's girl, and Springsteen is powerful as his father, as are excellent actors Bouchey and Bissell. As the Judge Stehli is intelligent and moving as always. This is a film that has been a pattern for many psychological westerns to follow, including the Clint Eastwood "man with no name" series. Not to be missed.

Movies like No Name on the Bullet uncover the depth of talent in Hollywood. The roles are filled almost exclusively by familiar faces with unfamiliar names - R. G. Armstrong, Willis Bouchey, Edgar Stehli - with the result that one can concentrate on the story characters rather than being distracted by "star presence".

Without a top-heavy cast, the story itself also gains focus, and I think the story of No Name on the Bullet is fascinating. What happens when a notorious contract killer rides into town and...does absolutely nothing?

The one star of the movie, Audie Murphy, plays the gunman. I love Murphy, one of Hollywood's misspent talents. Does this also apply to the the character actors I refer to above? Not really.

Character players, though quite talented, rarely attain stardom - Edward G. Robinson, Claire Trevor and Claude Rains are notable exceptions - not through neglect or misuse but by some limitation of range or persona. Audie Murphy's talent was misspent because, though obvious, it was never developed, either by studios, who, myopically, only wanted to exploit his war hero status as a box office draw, or directors who, in Murphy's career, were usually "line directors," good for getting a movie in the can on time and on budget rather than for getting great performances out their players.

Which brings me to director Jack Arnold, who does a journeyman's job, but who I believe is the cause for what another reviewer wrongheadedly calls Murphy's shortcomings. Stilted lines and studied movement are the results of "hands-off" direction. This is OK for the character parts, where skilled players in simple roles don't need much direction, but not for lead roles. Watching Murphy I'm reminded of another sadly underdeveloped star, Alan Ladd, whose talents always shone under a great director, but who didn't get those directors consistently enough, in my opinion, to fulfill his promise. Coincidentally, both Murphy and Ladd died prematurely. Perhaps not coincidentally, both had drinking problems. I wonder if they might have been experiencing similar frustrations.

Since No Name on the Bullet contains complex secondary parts, it's fortunate, that the players cast for these parts are outstanding, so the characters are interesting. Unfortunately, the budget constraints force the runtime of the film to be far too short. The result is a number of unresolved character studies. I want to know more about the blacksmith, the ex-flame and the judge - and more about the gunfighter. I'd also like to see more denouement. The main plot ends too abruptly, as if the producers were saying, "That's all we can afford to give you, Folks." That said, I wouldn't call the ending dumb, again as the wrongheaded reviewer cited above asserts, just shortchanged.

Returning to my opening thesis, that watching a cast of talented character players carry a movie is a special treat, I highly recommend this little gem of a Western.

"No Name On the Bullet" marks a role reversal for star Audie Murphy. Normally the soft spoken hero, this time out he is a cold blooded hired killer with little or no redeeming qualities.

John Gant (Murphy) a hired killer, rides into town one day and is soon recognized by the towns people. His modus operandi has preceded him. It seems that he rides into a town, checks into a hotel and then just sits around for days taking stock of the situation and sizing up his next victim, who is known only to him. He then goads his victim into a fight and shoots him down in self defence.

With Gant's arrival several townsfolk begin to get nervous, each believing that they are his intended victim. It seems many of the good citizens have skeletons in their respective closets. Is it the respected town doctor, Luke Canfield (Charles Drake), his father Asa the blacksmith (R. G. Armstrong), gambler Reeger (Simon Scott), "respected businessmen" Stricker (Karl Swenson) and Pierce (Whit Bissell), miner Ben Chafee (John Alderson) or Lou Fraden (Warren Stevens), who has run off with another man's wife (Virginia Grey)?

Well, each begins to think that the other is trying to have him/her killed and they begin to fight among themselves. Only the sheriff (Willis Bouchey) has the courage to stand up to Gant, but Gant shoots his gun hand in a showdown. Through it all Dr. Canfield along with his fiance Anne Benson (Joan Evans) and her terminally ill and crippled father, retired Judge Benson (Edgar Stehlt) try to make sense of it all. Canfield comes to earn Gant's respect for his courage in trying to prevent any violence. The suspense builds, some die until we learn that Gant's victim is........

Normally when you watch an Audie Murphy western, you would expect him to abandon his intended victim and ride away. Not so here. The cold and calculated manner in which he goads his victim into a fight leaves no question that Gant is all bad. Murphy pulls it off. He was gradually becoming a better actor with each film. His performance as Gant is downright chilling. He would follow that up with another good performance in "Unforgiven" a big budget western with Burt Lancaster and Audrey Hepburn the following year.

Universal always populated the Murphy westerns with a cast of seasoned veterans. This film is no exception. Drake appeared in many of Murphy's films on both sides of the law. He gets to be the hero in this one. Stevens as the gutless wife stealer stands out as does Grey as his distraught wife who sees that she has made a big mistake. The ever reliable Bouchey is excellent as the sheriff who is powerless to stop Gant. Stehlt is good as the terminally ill judge and Evans makes an attractive heroine. In fact, there's not a single weakness in the entire cast. Sharp eyed western lovers will spot Bob Steele (mostly from the back) in the card playing sequence.

Great stuff.

Audie Murphy had finally gotten a role where he could show his dark side. Picking up bits from Dan Duryea and Barry Sullivan's affable bad guys in previous films he had made with them, his John Gant is a smooth professional killer, an arbiter of fate, who in this film at least,seems to kill only those who truly deserve it. Cat calm and just as ruthless,he's afar cry from the baby face "Man gotta do what a man got to do" types he played in other Universal westerns. His real life prowess as the Hero lessened the suspense of those films, in this it brings a much needed tension; who can stop him? If he had played the good doctor and Charles Drake was the gunslinger everyone would know the resolution before the fadeout. Here, in a dark reversal of "Shane"'s ending, the fast gun rides out of the picture,his job completed,the hypocrisy and failings of the "good people" exposed,and the frontier is a little more civilized. This film,along with "The Red Badge of Courage,and the original "The Unforgiven" are the roles that showed that Mr. Murphy could've been a contender as an actual actor.

When hired killer Audie Murphy rides into town, everyone gets nervous. Not so much because he's a killer, but because they all have something to hide. This is a wonderfully suspenseful, very low budget western, directed by Jack Arnold, from near the end of Murphy's period as Universal-International's resident cowboy star. His filmography may not be so distinguished as that of Gary Cooper or John Wayne, but it's an awful lot better than many have made it out to be. This fine-tuned gem is a heck of a lot better than North To Alaska.