smatysia Supposedly a Western, romantic-comedy, this film fails on most levels. Oh, it's not that it's that bad. It's not terrible. It's even mildly amusing in spots. But it had a great deal of promise, and didn't fulfill any of it. George Segal was trying to come off as the lovable rogue, but succeeded only in the rogue part. His character was crooked and churlish. Goldie Hawn did what she did (and still does) best: peg the needle on the cute-o-meter. Her character was pretty non-admirable as well, a prostitute and a con artist. At least the photography of the Colorado countryside was nice, and the direction was unobtrusive. I remember liking this film in the distant past, but a recent viewing made me wonder why. Check it out to see Goldie look cute, but don't expect anything more.

brunolly Bad acting, bad script, just about bad everything...including Goldie, who I normally like. If you're into seeing Goldie in skimpy clothing or nice Colorado location shots, it might be worth it. Otherwise, stay away.

J. Wellington Peevis Saw this in the theaters when I was like 10. I snuck in after watching The Bad News Bears I think, and even then I knew this movie stunk. Watching it now coincidentally on the same day I pay my cable bill is like soap in my eye. I've asked this question many times, but What were people thinking back then? I mean how can you even throw a movie like this together? Don't the performers and producers know how bad it is? Maybe this is the kind of stuff you learn only after you die. As viewing films like this brings me ever nearer to death, perhaps I haven't long to wait. One final note, this film's movie poster contains a startling example of sexual subliminal placement. Check it out, if you glance quickly, or stare at it long enough, Goldies elbow is actually photographed for your brain to see a bare b***t. But the movie still stinks.

moonspinner55 This western comedy gets off to a smashing start: Goldie Hawn, dressed like a lascivious German barmaid, singing in a San Francisco saloon full of rowdies. It's a Marlene Dietrich bit that out-Dietrich's Madeline Kahn from "Blazing Saddles". Thin plot has a card-sharp in the Old West trying to keep vicious sidewinders from stealing his stolen loot; a dancehall girl gets there first. This is one of those comedies from the 1970s best described as 'bawdy', with some memorable moments: Hawn, pretending to be the Duchess of Swansbury, singing for a drooling Mormon; she and George Segal talking gibberish-French in a stagecoach; the couple floating down a river to the vocals of Bobby Vinton, and later getting tied to stakes in the sweltering desert. Sloppy, yet ingratiating film gets by solely on charisma and energy. It didn't find a sizable audience in theaters, though I would suspect Hawn-buffs will enjoy it on DVD. Raffish Segal also charming, and working effortlessly with his co-star. ***1/2 from ****