This film has one of the coolest transitions in an Autry flick; it's when Old Man Roberts (Tom London) is about to die, and Gene immediately goes into the title song, actually cut short a bit from 'Ghost Riders in the Sky'. There's a lot of poetic imagery and the cinematography is quite good for the sequence. It almost raises the level of the film above it's B Western origins. Almost, but not quite. When you stop to consider what just happened, you realize that star Autry is singing a song while the old guy is dying, it's very incongruous.There's something else that's kind of unusual. During the scene when Gene chases the runaway stagecoach driven by Old Man Roberts, a long shot of the driver from a distance shows clearly that it's not Tom London in the driver's seat. He's only there for the close-ups. And once again, if you're a B Western fan like myself, how many times have you seen the stage driver go for his shoulder after getting shot from behind? Pat Buttram is Gene's sidekick in the story going by Chuckwalla Jones. I thought it a bit unusual that Champ bucked Chuckwalla off his back after being invited to ride double by Gene. It looked cool as a comedy gimmick, but why wouldn't Champ adhere to his master's request? It just came across as a little odd, but maybe it's just me.I must have missed something in the translation of the film, because the main villain Rock McCleary (Robert Livingston) is done in by the fact that the water rights to the land he's selling go along with the land. That revelation was made out to sound like a big deal, but I could only go 'Huh'? It seemed only natural to me. But McCleary was having the water piped in, so at that point I couldn't make any sense of it at all. I'm going to have to see this again for whatever it is I missed, just not right away.

Being a twenty two year old female, westerns from before my Mom was born aren't what you'd expect me to be watching... but here I am. I have to confess, I love Gene Autry and I love cheesy old westerns. Cheesiness is part of their charm! The Singing Cowboy- how much more Americana can you get? I adore Pat Buttram, too, and I have to admit that he's half the reason I had this movie ordered special from FYE. Anyway, I'm a huge sucker for this song and for old-timey westerns, and if this sounds like your cup of tea go for it- and if it doesn't, give it a shot anyway. It's adorable, funny, stirring, and it's got some cool fight scenes too. One minute you're laughing at Pat Buttram getting throwed off Gene's horse Champ, and the next minute you're biting your fingernails going "oh no he's going for his gun!" or something like that. Go on, watch it, it's fun.

I was never a Gene Autry fan, being a Roy Rogers fan from age 5, but of all the Autry movies, I recall this one. Tom London who plays the dying prospector tells Gene that the "Ghost Riders" are coming after him. Autry goes to the window and looks out to see the image of shadowy riders coming through the clouds. At this point, Gene sings the song. It is introduced more logically into the plot than any of his other songs. There is also a reprisal at the end of the movie. Even today, when I look up into a stormy sky, the song comes immediately to mind. It was written by Stan Jones, an ex-park ranger, who appeared in Autry's films and who also wrote another Autry hit, "Whirlwind." Tom London, who had appeared in several Republic films as Sunset Carson's sidekick, has said that this particular scene got him other parts in movies and television.

For the most part this is a movie only of interest to Autry enthusiasts and those who like the superb title song (around which the script was presumably cobbled together). Sure enough, the song pops up twice and is easily the film's highlight on each occasion. The way that it is sung here, with emotion and zeal, and the mythic quality of its lyrics means that it transcends the B-material in which it is embedded.The exception to boredom is the sequence in the film where the song plays out over the stark mono images of the old timer's grizzled face (as a character he dies shortly afterwards.) For an all too brief few minutes the power of the music asserts itself and the cinematography comes alive in high contrast black and white photography. The old timers' face becomes epic, stark, and deeply moving. In fact, at the risk of sounding ridiculous, I was reminded of Eisenstein's framing of facial 'types' in his Alexander Nevsky or October. So poetically powerful is this scene that it seems to have wondered in from another, more prestigious, movie (a good Western candidate being perhaps Anthony Mann's The Furies, where such stylisation abounds).Then like a pan handler's lucky strike, the moment of glory fades and we are back to cinematic mediocrity, and a negligible, undramatic oater of most interest to hard core fans and completists.