"Billy the Kid, huh?"
Ecch! Although from only 1943, The Outlaw felt like it sprang from TV, with stilted dialogue and goofy singsongy tunes playing in the background. You know that tune, that 50s ode to consumerism with lots of happy strings skipping up and down. Walter Huston smirks and banters with Jack Buetel, who plays smug adolescent Billy the Kid. Then, Billy the Kid rapes Jane Russell in the hay. What? This movie is known for boobies, boobies, boobies, Hughes' fetish, but I didn't see any and by twenty minutes in I couldn't take no more. Fascinating as an oddity but a strange viewing experience.
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