Synopsis
The gun that became the law of the land !
Gun salesman Steve Farrell gets two of his new Colt .45 pistols stolen from him by ruthless killer Jason Brett but vows to recover them.
1950 Directed by Edwin L. Marin
Gun salesman Steve Farrell gets two of his new Colt .45 pistols stolen from him by ruthless killer Jason Brett but vows to recover them.
Das Geheimnis der schwarzen Bande, Colt 45, Кольт сорок пятого калибра
Colt .45 is constructed from familiar B-western elements: a hero is taken for a villain; bandits forcing innocents to work with them for fear of their lives; law enforcement corrupted by the allure of money. But, here, they're bound together with some interesting threads, making the film unusual enough to be memorable.
First, the story is fiercely anticapitalist, with the cowardice of the town of Bonanza Creek blamed upon the fact that the pockets of its citizens "are so full of profits, they can't get up on their hind legs." Of course, the sheriff (Alan Hale, Sr.) who condemns them this way is himself filling his pockets and in league with the money-hungry gang of thieves that are terrorizing the…
Randolph Scott's 1950 film Colt .45 is another of those budget Westerns that warrants a decent Dvd or Blu Ray release to make sure that new generations of film fans get a chance to see it. I couldn't find a copy, and I'm unware if it ever received a home release in any format? It is however available on YouTube, something that both surprised and delighted me, and although the picture is a little ropey, and the Spanish subtitles were a little off-putting, this Warner Bros. film from director Edwin L. Marin is well worth your time.
The opening minutes of this film sees gun salesman Steve Farrell (Randolph Scott), robbed of a unique pair of Colt .45 pistols inside…
During his escape, a notorious outlaw steals two newly minted Colt .45s from a gun salesman. He goes on to terrorize a Texas town with his gang, until the salesman comes to retrieve his stolen merchandise.
Another second rate Randolph Scott oater made on the cheap and with little to recommend if you are not a die-hard fan of its star. The story is so skeletal that it barely sustains even the skinny 71 minutes running time. The characters are so stereotypical it hurts. Zachary Scott's outlaw is lifted straight out of Villainy 101. The script never misses a chance to show us what a sniveling coward he is. He even has a mustache, although sadly he never gets to…
A dandy little Randolph Scott Western with non-stop action, a silly plot and a great heroine who doesn't sit around waiting to be rescued. A swift 78 minute runtime means even the daftest NRA member with a short attention span can enjoy this as a Colt 45 infomercial.
This bullet riddled story of murder, mass crime, and two stolen pistols. Wall-to-wall blazing action. I know I'm a sucker for Randolph Scott westerns but goddamn is this good. A gunfighting filled 74 minute gem. Fuckin' loved it.
Colt .45 is a fairly plain western starting one of my favorites Randolph Scott. This time he plays a gun salesman who gets two guns stolen by a man who uses them to slaughter people and start a gang. After so many murders were committed with these guns Scott still wants them back for some reason. It seemed like thin motivation considering how scummy the film's villains are. There could've been more conflict.
Scott's performance is solid. There isn't a lot of meat to the character. Ruth Roman probably plays the best character, a feisty love interest he steals from Lloyd Bridges. Zachary Scott plays the film's main villain and he's fine, but sort of bland. At least he succeed in making me hate him since he was so cowardly.
There was a fairly flashy horse and carriage chase fairly early in the movie, but no other action sequences match it.
No Billy Dee Williams here, just Randolph Scott.
It's a solid old school western that's kind of a b-movie take on "Winchester '73" which came out the same year. I was surprised it wasn't black and white but instead looked absolutely great in Technicolor.
Scott is a gun salesman whose prized Colt .45's given to him by Samuel Colt himself are stolen by an outlaw on a murder spree. Strangely Scott spends a good part of the movie being falsely accused of either being in league with the outlaws or perpetrating the crimes himself.
Of course, in the end good triumphs over evil even if the baddie's comeuppance isn't as satisfying as it could have been. But Scott does manage…
Tells the story of how a big bad gun like the Colt .45 (1950) can change a coward into a cocky lunatic. Zachary Scott really channeled the psycho in him for this one, with Lloyd Bridges clearly having the hots for him in what's got to be one of the most overly homosexual characters I've seen in a western from this period. Sure, he's married to Ruth Roman in the picture, but he shoots her to protect Zachary, so I don't know how all that got past the censures. Probable because how Scott handles his "pal" later on. Anyway, they're being chased by Randolph Scott, who does the rugged bit as you'd expect from him, while Alan Hale in one…
Starts out very promising with a fun twist in the opening leading up to a great shootout on a stagecoach, and then the film just kind of runs out of steam. It meanders around a bit, there’s some sporadic action, it repeats the twist from the opening because it only has the one card up it’s sleeve. There’s some more action to keep you focused but the film never seems like it knows what to do with itself.
Randolph Scott is reliable as usual, but he ends up being fairly useless for 1/3 of the film and needs to get bailed out by some cheap looking natives over and over.
Zachary Scott, who I previously enjoyed a lot in Guilty Bystander, is the one stealing the spotlight here as the eccentric bad guy. With his gaunt look and pencil moustache, he’s like a hopped up Fredo from Godfather 2.
I must admit having a really big laugh when it finally down on me producer probably had Winchester 73' in mind. It has none of that movies complexities, but Randolph Scott's obsession gives it a good arc and Zachart Scott is his usual strong self as the heavy. Everything else is rather routine.
My first Randolph Scott western and while Colt .45 may not be the ultimate way of introducing a western legend to me it does do a good job of showing the man effortlessly work in the genre ánd make me want to see more of his work.
Randolph Scott is Steve Farrell, a Colt salesman who gets two Colt .45's stolen from him by a bandit names Jason Brett (Zachary Scott) who uses these modern guns to start a reign of terror of sorts with his newly formed gang. Farrell sets out to get his guns back and runs into all sorts of trouble, one of them being a woman (but of course) and her duplicitous husband.
It's not really…