Apparently not a lot of people have seen this 1993 TV Western judging by the number of votes and only three other reviews as I write this. Maybe that'll change with recent screenings on the Encore Western Channel; I guess we'll have to wait and see.
I had to chuckle when bounty hunter Quentin Leech (Kenny Rogers) stated his opinion of one of the outlaws as 'dumb as a headless chicken'. It brought to mind George Clooney's comment about John Turturro's character in "O Brother Where Art Thou?", as being dumber than a bag full of hammers. On the dumb or dumber scale, I wonder which one is worse. Maybe it's a dumb question.
With Kenny Rogers in the lead role and also having a hand in the production, it looked like this vehicle was put together for some of his pals on the country Western scene. Travis Tritt is generally acceptable as the Preacher's unacknowledged sidekick, but he seemed to lack any inspiration for the role of a newlywed who's bride was kidnapped just shy of the altar. Naomi Judd's the proprietor of Flora Mae Pepper's whorehouse, but she looked just a tad too respectable in the role and you never got a real good look at any of her saloon gals. She apparently had a thing for Leech but without the back story, the relationship seemed rather shallow.
This was the second Western now I've seen that used the old rattlesnake in a jar gimmick but I'll be darned if I can't come up with the first one right now. I'll have to get back on that one. I wonder if barkeep Everly (Marl Alaimo) managed to hustle the dead outlaw back to Del Rio.
The surprise of the story for me was seeing old Quentin hit the drink in his showdown with Kansas (Stacy Keach). I knew there had to be a reason for all those times Leech offered the 'two choices' gimmick; it set up Ben Taber (Tritt) to use it himself in the finale. For some reason I kept thinking that maybe Quentin somehow might have survived his misfortune, but in the end he faded as quick as Butch and Sundance.
I had to chuckle when bounty hunter Quentin Leech (Kenny Rogers) stated his opinion of one of the outlaws as 'dumb as a headless chicken'. It brought to mind George Clooney's comment about John Turturro's character in "O Brother Where Art Thou?", as being dumber than a bag full of hammers. On the dumb or dumber scale, I wonder which one is worse. Maybe it's a dumb question.
With Kenny Rogers in the lead role and also having a hand in the production, it looked like this vehicle was put together for some of his pals on the country Western scene. Travis Tritt is generally acceptable as the Preacher's unacknowledged sidekick, but he seemed to lack any inspiration for the role of a newlywed who's bride was kidnapped just shy of the altar. Naomi Judd's the proprietor of Flora Mae Pepper's whorehouse, but she looked just a tad too respectable in the role and you never got a real good look at any of her saloon gals. She apparently had a thing for Leech but without the back story, the relationship seemed rather shallow.
This was the second Western now I've seen that used the old rattlesnake in a jar gimmick but I'll be darned if I can't come up with the first one right now. I'll have to get back on that one. I wonder if barkeep Everly (Marl Alaimo) managed to hustle the dead outlaw back to Del Rio.
The surprise of the story for me was seeing old Quentin hit the drink in his showdown with Kansas (Stacy Keach). I knew there had to be a reason for all those times Leech offered the 'two choices' gimmick; it set up Ben Taber (Tritt) to use it himself in the finale. For some reason I kept thinking that maybe Quentin somehow might have survived his misfortune, but in the end he faded as quick as Butch and Sundance.