Clint Eastwood as the star and owner of a Wild West show who, even in the face of dwindling attendance and grumbling employees, remains unshaken in his rosy, Roy Rogers philosophy of life, and maintains a special soft spot for the younger generation of, as he terms them, "little pardners." The two or three of Eastwood's facial muscles that are capable of movement are in fine working condition (a beautiful flare of temper when an overaggressive bank robber shoves a "little pardner" to the floor and smashes his piggy bank), and Sondra Locke is the perfect foil as a frigid blonde heiress from the East who seems very peeved at being in a Clint Eastwood movie rather than an Alfred Hitchcock. Not nearly enough inventiveness, though, to carry the early fun into and through the second hour. Directed by Eastwood. (1980) — Duncan Shepherd
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