Saying it all. Nothing like this western before or since, it being the vehicle for two western standbys, Cooper and John Twist, their near apotheosis. Neither were ever better, funnier, or more ...well Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. Twist had many many westerns under his belt by this time, his dialog always outrageous, and Cooper more than once played comedy always to the hilt, about as over the top and with as little concern for anything but taking his shy grin to the near unbearable limit, and line after line of Twist gives every lanky bone in him a chance to strut his stuff...that's right boys, he cut the map of Kansas right through the old buffaloes hairrrrrrrr...or thats for you two love doves, the space of a lifetime, not for me, for me time's running out.......or you were the turpentine, but at least tha settles one thing, they were all in it in Georgia, dogs that ain't eat sheep don't run...... and on and on and on with such outrageous stuff. There was never a writer quite like Twist for the western, his name on anything in Hollywood guaranteed the stretching of the western tongue to heights all his own, and by the late forties and early fifties Cooper had carved out his own indelible persona...and this was their ultimate showcase. As for the plot, forget it, it's entirely lunatic, might have been borrowed from one of the Road pictures...but the lingo....ahhh.... just keep going blue-belly or Ill fry you for breakfast.
Review of Dallas
