A Montana cowboy's search for his runaway sister, under the brown skies of Los Angeles, covers some interesting territory -- Chicano barrio, crisis house for teenagers, call girl's posh apartment. But the movie takes so many shortcuts in getting from one place to another that it piles up a lot of small irritations along the way, and it adds up to only half the movie it might have been with another week's work on the script. Cathy Lee Crosby's harried youth counselor, for instance, is sensible only as long as she is snapping at the hero in Excedrin-headache style, and she becomes preposterous when she drops everything in order to guide him personally along Hollywood Boulevard. Yet there's some entertaining by-play between the hero and the Chicano ally he enlists. (Chucho the Chicano, waiting in the cowboy's pickup truck with the radio tuned to a C&W station, wonders aloud, "Man, you like that music?") And there is a fine, strenuous gunfight carried on atop side-by-side elevator cars, whizzing by one another, up and down at different speeds. (Chucho, balking before this noisy battle: "Hey, I'm a person, I'm not a hero." The hero responds: "Do what you have to do.") With Jim Mitchum, Erik Estrada; directed by Richard Heffron. (1976) — Duncan Shepherd
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