Blonde is basically a rather silly western farce, loosely concocted. Producer-director-writer Preston Sturges plays his script [based on a story by Earl Felton] with frantic slapstick, stressing raw, bawdy comedy rather than genuine humor, to get the laughs. The pacing is erratic, as is the film editing.
Betty Grable is the chief asset as a western dancehall gal who knows how to handle a gun-and gets into trouble because of it. The boy friend is Cesar Romero. It’s the latter that starts the trouble. Grable is out to kill him for two-timing but, in a dark room, shoots a judge in the posterior by mistake.
Cast goes about its business okay in answering Sturges’ demands for burlesquing of the characters and occasionally makes the coarse humor pay off.