The starring combo of Jayne Mansfield and Kenneth More merge like bacon and eggs, and the result is a wave of yocks. Raoul Walsh directs this cheerful skit about the wild, woolly west with vigor and pace. He gives little time to remind the audience that many of the situations are predictable and that the brisk screenplay [from a short story by Jacob Hay] occasionally needs an upward jolt from the skill of the leading thesps.
Yarn starts off in London at the turn of the century. More has inherited a fading gunsmith business. Reading that there is a spot of bother in the Wild West he decides that that’s the place to sell his guns. So this dude salesman (walking stick, brown derby and strictly West End suiting) nonchalantly sets off with some samples, and all the confidence in the world.
It’s not long before he is up to his surprised eyebrows in trouble. He becomes involved with Injuns, two warring sets of cowboys and with Mansfield, the pistol-packing boss of a saloon. He is conned into becoming the sheriff of the one-horse town of Fractured Jaw.
More’s immaculate throwaway line of comedy gets full rein. With polite manners, impeccable accent and a brash line of action, he leaves the locals in doubt as to whether he is the biggest fool or the bravest man ever to hit their territory. Mansfield gives More hearty support, looks attractive and sings two or three numbers very well.