mark.waltz This is a great find, a sleeper of the B western genre where a moral judgment is passed on supposed law abiding folk who play God and pay the price for judging their fellow man. "Dallas's" Jim Davis is separated from his wife and living "in sin" with a native American woman. The horrified townsfolk take it upon themselves to turn moral judgment into legal action, and the unfortunate legal eagle who must do their dirty work is accidentally killed. It's up to local sheriff Forrest Tucker to get Davis into protective custody, but violence begats violence, leading to more brutal homicides and a trial with the town supporting the wrong-doers over the protector of justice.Quite surprised and delighted by this discovery, I compare it to other great films that warn of the dangers of gossip and sticking your nose in your neighbor's private business that harms no one. The one that comes to mind instantly is the Jane Wyman/Rock Hudson soap opera "All That Heaven Allows", and this really gives a parallel by putting the issue of judgmentalism into a violent, western setting. Lee Van Cleef is the film's main heavy, with Mara Corday the judged mistress who seems to have been n set up for other crimes as well. Thwys where the film gets a bit off track. But the conclusion provides a very important moral, with judge Everett Glass gives it good to the perpetrators of the sinister activities, condemning the non-violent to a private jail of their own karma. Now that's what I call justice.

Michael Morrison Director William F. Claxton wastes no time in starting "The Quiet Gun," a modern-ish western with lots of story and dramatics and personal conflict, and not so much gun-play.Excellent performers take a taut story and render it believable and exciting.As a long-time fan of Forrest Tucker, I believe he has never given a better performance. He is smooth, controlled, even nuanced, and makes us, the audience, completely on the side of his character, Sheriff Carl Brandon.Jim Davis plays his friend, Ralph Carpenter, who is lured into a ridiculous situation, certainly by Old West standards, but, remember, the city attorney is one of those blue-nosed Easterners, played very well by Lewis Martin (a really interesting name, considering that Jerry and Dean were at about the peak of their team effort).(I do have to question, though, whether a city attorney would actually have any jurisdiction out in the ranch-lands, but that really isn't important. It's more important to accept the flow of the action, and question the script only afterward.)Jim Davis, another of my favorites, is not on screen very much, even though he's third billed. But he is a strong presence when he is there.Hank Worden gets a chance to shine, and he too shows himself to be more than a character: He's a character actor. Great performance by him.The two women are pivotal to the story, especially the one played so beautifully by Mara Corday, but they are also not on screen much.Of course we must mention Lee Van Cleef, who had a most fascinating career. His last years saw him as a major TV series star and a very highly paid movie performer, especially of Italian westerns. And he deserved every penny.There is a relevant lesson in this story: The town council is composed of some rather rascally and self-aggrandizing men, not so foul or corrupt as, for example, the city councils of Los Angeles or Chicago, but enough power-lust is in them to create the conflict that finally results in several deaths.Sheriff Brandon is savvy enough to know that some laws should not and can not be enforced, but the power-lusters and the busybodies over-rule him, resulting in the tragedies.Even beyond some superb performances, especially by Forrest Tucker, this story is enough to grab an audience and leave us tense and torn, right until the end.I highly recommend "The Quiet Gun," available at YouTube in a very good print but, alas, interrupted several times by intrusive -- though brief -- commercials.

Robert J. Maxwell The eminent, mad Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung wrote of UFOs that there was something out there, but what it was, was a mystery. As such they permitted us to project our own thoughts and emotions onto them. They provided us with a kind of Rorschach ink blot test. We could interpret them according to our social values.Many routine Westerns provided us with the same opportunities. The Westerns generally stuck with the conventions -- a clip on the jaw and the recipient is unconscious for as long as the plot requires. But within that framework we could explore our problems in model form. It's like playing around with a toy instead of facing the real thing.For instance, it might not be such a hot idea to deal directly with racism. Why bleed the box office returns from the traditional South? But, hey, Indians can serve as stand-ins for African-Americans, as in "The Searchers" (1956). Movies designed for audiences with the Great Depression fresh in mind could use "big business" as the heavy. We could even win the Vietnam war with Rambo. This movie, "The Quiet Gun" (a generic title if there ever was one) explores social issues common to the late 1950s -- divorce, adultery, prudery, racism, lynching, conformity, gossip, and the impartiality of the justice system. No African-Americans, though, just a "half-breed" Indian.It's not a bad little film, though it does seem almost flamboyantly dated now. (Living in sin?) Forrest Tucker is a professional and competent actor and it shows. Lee Van Cleef, of the ophidian eyes, is what he is. Jim Davis plays a somewhat sympathetic victim for a change. Some of the minor parts are just terrible. What were the town fathers in real life -- the producers' uncles or something? It's inexpensively shot on a ranch set. No spectacular vistas here. And it's in black and white, which isn't necessarily bad. If the script lacks sparkle, and if Hank Worden replays his goofy dumb role yet again, the movie still is watchable and has something to offer us, as if it had been recently exhumed from a time capsule.Not at all terrible.

hoodcsa "The Quiet Gun" is surprisingly harsh in its depiction of the average folk of an average western town. Average -- in this case -- translates to racist, violent and none-to-bright. Sheriff Carl Brandon has to stand up to assorted black hats (including the ubiquitous Lee Van Cleef) as well as the dunder-headed locals. Forrest Tucker is good as Brandon and Hank Worden adds his usual stumbling, bumbling hijinks as Samson, the town moron with a heart of gold. A lot of westerns would have let the townsfolk redeem themselves heroically at the end, but this movie sticks to its guns. In the final scene Brandon stands alone to face the villains. "The Quiet Gun" is a nasty little tale with the courage of its convictions.