I love this movie so much

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

Worth seeing just to witness how winsome it is.

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

The shot composition in this film is excellent. The key frames from every scene could easily fill an art museum. This film is worth watching for that alone. Watch this film with the sound off. Wayne and Margaret, the lead actors, do a fine job. Rod Taylor as a cowboy? Sorry, but no. The secondary supporting actors are miscast as well. They would be better suited for urban settings. Ricardo Montalban is underused.

Rather routine but very well made Western - with touches of both humor and heart - starring The Duke as Lane, who, with his buddies Jesse (Ben Johnson) and Grady (Rod Taylor) and three other men, decide that they will help out a widow named Mrs. Lowe (a ravishing Ann- Margret). A long time ago her husband had participated in a major gold robbery, and now she wants the long-hidden gold recovered and returned to the bank in an effort to clear the guy's name. The group embarks on a somewhat treacherous, if not epic, journey to their destination, sometimes fighting amongst themselves along the way.Western expert Burt Kennedy wrote and directed this entertaining movie. It's got enough laughs, poignancy, action, and suspense to make it a good viewing. There are plenty of gorgeous vistas (and matte shots by Albert Whitlock), all wonderfully photographed by cinematographer William H. Clothier, in his final feature film. The story is really nothing truly special, but it holds your attention for a decently paced 92 minutes. Certainly the opening credit sequence does have a very tense, watchful quality going for it. The main asset is an array of engaging performances: The Duke is typically commanding, Johnson and Taylor very amiable, Ann-Margret quite appealing. Rounding out Lanes' gang are Christopher George as Calhoun, singer Bobby Vinton as Ben Young, and stuntman Jerry Gatlin as Sam Turner. Ricardo Montalban makes a few fleeting appearances as a mysterious character whose presence is explained at the end of the picture. And the big reveal is worth a chuckle.This may not be a great film of its kind, but it is a good one.Seven out of 10.

Lane is a drifting man in the Wild West, with a gang of several war buddies and some new hires, including a young man he managed to get out of a life of crime. Mrs. Lowe is a woman who tells of a husband who was part of a gang of ten robbers who stole $500,000 from a train years ago, and the husband and two others were killed, but not before hiding the gold in Mexico. Lane and company go with Lowe through wild lands to Mexico, with another gang of horsemen in pursuit-plus a mysterious well-dressed man who follows everyone else.The movie has an unusually low amount of violence and shooting, but most of all a logical but shocking twist at the end. I won't give it away. See the movie.

. . . into the Mexican desert, led by John Wayne and Ann-Margret. Without the benefit of his TIME MACHINE, Rod Taylor--one of Wayne's two geezer buddies among the train robbers--confesses that he couldn't get it up on his last bordello visit. When Ann-Margret, posing as "the widow Lowe," proposes to Wayne's character, he rejects her by saying that "I have a saddle older than you are." Ann-Margret could have replied that she was more concerned about the age of John's long-johns, since her alleged single mom status is totally bogus, and she's actually a hooker named "Lilly" (with two "L's"). No doubt Wayne's "Mr. Lane" doesn't want to get saddled with the widow lady's (non-existant) six-year-old son, since he takes off after Lilly like gang-busters as soon as he learns that she's an unattached "sadder but wiser" gal. Wayne dynamites the entire town of "Liberty, TX" here, since during the years after he headlined a flick titled THE ALAMO somebody finally explained to him that Crockett & Co. were actually dying to RE-ENSLAVE the Blacks of Mexico's Texas Province (who were as free as Jim Bowie and Sam Houston before Davey swaggered along).