“There’s one thing I mustn’t forget, and that’s that we’re sworn enemies, you and I — all the moonlight in heaven can’t change that.”
After her husband is murdered, a woman (Beverly Garland) takes his place as sheriff of Greasewood City. Soon she’s caught up in a nefarious plot involving a greedy dancehall owner (Allison Hayes) and a hitman (John Ireland).
Roger Corman’s penchant for spending as little time and money as possible while churning out passable entertainment occasionally yielded unexpected cult hits, such as The Little Shop of Horrors (made in just two days) or A Bucket of Blood. Just as often, however, his films show ample, unfortunate evidence of his slapdash approach — and Gunslinger is one of these instances. Despite a relatively intriguing premise (the idea of a female sheriff in the Old West has promise), this movie is simply a mish-mash of poor acting, sloppy continuity and editing, and a convoluted storyline. Whatever pathos could have been generated between Garland’s character and the hitman she falls in love with (Ireland) is sublimated into silliness. Even MST3K’s spoofing can’t (doesn’t) turn this clunker into enjoyable viewing.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
- The (unintentionally) humorous final shoot-out
No. This is definitely one of Corman’s less successful low-budget outings, and isn’t worth spending time on.