Cattle Annie and Little Britches is as cutesy and unmemorable as its title. Primary focus falls upon two teenaged girls, the gutsy and rather reckless Amanda Plummer and the more demure Diane Lane, who aspire to become what might be called outlaw groupies.
They get their chance when the Doolin-Dalton gang, headed up by an aging but still vigorous Burt Lancaster, rides into town, Plummer taking up with dashing John Savage and Lane coming under the fatherly wing of Lancaster himself.
The girls more or less get lost in the shuffle, however, during the central stretch of the film, which has Lancaster and his roaming bank robbers pursued by determined lawman Rod Steiger. Story’s only potential resonance rests in the mutual respect-hate relationship between these two veterans of the range.
In fact, whole film [from the novel by Robert Ward] washes over the viewer, with no images or moments sticking in the mind. Effect is partially due to director Lamont Johnson’s exceedingly distanced visual style.