Best movie of this year hands down!

Powerful

Good concept, poorly executed.

Fanciful, disturbing, and wildly original, it announces the arrival of a fresh, bold voice in American cinema.

I guess "White Comanche" interested me for its fascinating history (made during the hiatus of Star Trek, and that Shatner tried to get NBC to purchase it for television) and Shatner's involvement more than anything. Joseph Cotton's name attached to it is also a plus with me, but sometimes a presentation hampers any chances of actors being able to lift a film out of the doldrums. In the case of White Comanche, Shatner is unable to balance dual roles without going to two wide extremes. His Notah Moon is a highly energized, totally savage, and psychotic "half breed", leading the Comanche on stagecoach raids and killings of White folk, while Shatner's interpretation of Johnny Moon is monotone, flat, devoid of any color at all. Two ends of the spectrum, but for whatever reason, he remained watchable just the same. I have to tell you, some of Shatner's best work came later in years, but he had some doozies in his prime, too. But here, he seems to be indifferent as how to handle a double-part. That's not to say he isn't capable, but maybe this film in its construction, while Shatner was there acting in it, he knew it was a turkey.It has a dull script and ratty dubbing with rough noise in the background when the cast speaks. There's the customary fisticuffs as Shatner's Johnny Moon must defend himself against the young buck brother of a land baron in a bar fight (yep, tables and beer bottles break), and shootouts (two rival land barons have their hired guns shooting it out in the dusty streets of Rio Hondo, the town setting for most of the film).Cotten is the sensible sheriff who just wants to keep the township safe, and obtain law, and peace. Well, with land barons shooting at each other, the Comanche's reservation some miles distant (riled up by the violence-minded Notah), and a Wanted poster with a price for Notah's hide due to his stagecoach murders, Rio Hondo's safety might not be so assured. Even a little boy that had bonded with Johnny Moon gets shot when accidentally walking into the line of fire. Rosanna Yanni (while quite easy on the eyes) is a boring romantic love interest (no emotions register at all but her beauty indeed does) for Johnny Moon, although her rape at the hands of an excited Notah is rather devastating.There's a huge body count and plenty of head shots, blood, and bullet fire. Shatner never looked comfortable to me as Johnny Moon. It was a "going through the motions" boredom that emerged in every scene Moon appeared to me. It was essentially a paycheck role. Cotton deserves better than this but he was a trooper, giving his sheriff a willingness to defend his town and not back down from the money men that were blowing smoke at each other over land rights. However, the film itself just kind of lays there on the screen and never seems capable of taking off. There's no energy. There's this pastiche of elements from westerns past, but White Comanche doesn't necessarily incorporate anything interesting or inspired in its own storytelling.Shatner's "brothers dual" on horses with guns blazing at the end doesn't give the viewer the big conclusion a final showdown normally does when a film builds towards it. Because the film's plot paints itself in a corner with the twins-at-odds final gunfight, it was a given to fail rather miserably. You can't really see anything, and the director/editor has to shoot the film to avoid the glaring problem facing them: how do you get two Shatners appear in the same frame with guns out shooting? Much less, how could they on horses, passing when effects weren't quite there to do so in the late 60s? And the score…this music applied to the film is a mess that rarely amplifies or ignites the drama or action on screen.If anything, the score just makes the film look foolish. That, and the editing and shot selections. This is just a badly produced, directed, edited, acted, dubbed, and scored western dud. It's not the worst film ever made, just a rather poor western that never amounts to much. It has enough violent bits and action to be somewhat effective on occasion.And it does have shocking moments like the little boy being shot and killed and a rather nasty piece of work in a pregnant Comanche squaw of Notah's who takes a knife to a "rogue Comanche" who warns Johnny of a potential attack on the town of Rio Hondo. There's also the aftermath of the land barons' shootout with all the bloody bodies, and the rocky cliffs and vistas in Spain that are nice. But, I don't think anything remotely sustainable leaves an impression after this is over. It is rather forgettable.

God must really like William Shatner. How else can you explain a career like his? Shatner has probably given more bad performances than any actor in history, has been in more turkeys than you can name, yet somehow he keeps adding success to success. This bizarre Spanish-made Western plays like a bad Star Trek episode. Remember the one where a transporter accident divided Kirk into his good and evil selves? This is like that, except in this version the good Kirk is white and the bad Kirk is Indian. Anyone smell a hint of racism here? Where's Kevin Costner when you need him? Still, "White Comanche" is great fun, with a good performance from Joseph Cotten as the sheriff and plenty of the rugged, two-fisted action fans of "Star Trek" and Spaghetti Westerns have come to expect. Sure, it's not "Dances With Wolves," but how many films are?

You could see how much Captain Kirk enjoyed swapping his phaser for a six-shooter to face the Clantons and McLaurys in "Spectre of the Gun". Well, dang my dingies if he didn't get a chance here to swap "for real". Also gave him a chance to show off his horsemanship skills (which not all "genuine" western actors have)."White Comanche" is one of those flicks I call a 360-degree-er. So incredibly, outrageously terrible that it comes all the way around full circle and turns into something worth a look just for the novelty.One enjoyable irony -- as one of Welles' Mercury Players in 1941, Cotton had to work hard to play an older man. By 1968 it was a little easier to step into character. He did a darn good job with what they gave him to work with.Knowing Shatner's wit, I'll bet if you asked him now about "White Comanche" he'd roll his eyes, grin, and say, "Well, hell, I got a free Spanish vacation." Then he'd wink.

The white Commanche is actually identical twin brothers played by William Shatner, one a ruthless peyote ingesting warrior chief who leads his followers into believing there will be a revival of there fortunes, and the other who tries to fit in with both cultures, but who has to deal with the consequences of his crazy brother and finally in the end is forced with the inevitable showdown. The film focuses more on the second brother, and if there is any criticism that would be where it should start, as the first one, the drugged out warrior seems to be the more interesting subject. But that wouldn't allow for the dubious necessity of having a plot where the cultures clash and the other brother gets to fall in love with the saloon girl his crazed brother earlier raped after leading an attack on the stage coach she was a passenger in. So one brother confronts the hatred and vengeance that the other brother caused. It's a good premise that's a bit restricted by the talent and budget, but is original and interesting.