The life and times of the infamous 19th century gunfighter, played by Robert Taylor (Quo Vadis and Ivanhoe), whose exploits have become the stuff of legends.
Reaction & Thoughts:
Pretty much my least favorite movie about the legendary 1800s bandit whose life is Hollywoodized here to a ridiculous degree. Directed by David Miller (Sudden Fear) and (uncredited) Frank Borzage (The Mortal Storm), Billy the Kid doesn’t even include Billy’s famous nemesis, Sheriff Pat Garrett.
The script is credited to Gene Fowler, Howard Emmett Rogers and Bradbury Foote, based on Walter Noble Burns’s 1926 novel The Saga of Billy the Kid. The book was previously filmed in 1930 with B-movie actor John Mack Brown as Billy. Both movies were produced by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. I haven’t seen the 1930 movie, but the 1941 remake isn’t a very good movie and the film’s rewriting of history is done sloppily.
My apologies to all Robert Taylor fans out-there, but I’m not a big fan of the actor. He was a good-looking, reliable leading man to strong actresses — Magnificent Obsession (1935), Camille (1936), Waterloo Bridge (1940), When Ladies Meet (1941), etc. — but on his own, Taylor was a rather bland and uninteresting actor. I just couldn’t accept him as a mysterious and mercurial cowboy. Taylor’s attempts at looking mean and menacing were almost laughable — simply put, he was grossly miscasted!
There are still small pleasures to be found here. Billy the Kid does have an absolutely delightful cast of character actors. The usually vivacious Brian Donlevy (The Great McGinty) does a good job underplaying a character clearly inspired by Sheriff Pat Garrett (why change the name?). Ian Hunter (The Adventures of Robin Hood) plays a rich rancher, Gene Lockhart (Algiers) plays a corrupt cattle baron. Henry O’Neill (Jezebel) and Lon Chaney, Jr. (High Noon) play cowhands.
The best thing about the movie is its breathtaking Technicolor cinematography by William V. Skall (Joan of Arc) and Leonard Smith (National Velvet). Although the intense primary colors don’t really belong here — the gorgeous images are somewhat at odd with the gritty storyline — it’s by far the thing I liked most about the movie. Billy the Kid looks like moving 19th century paintings.
Conclusions & Final Thoughts:
Billy the Kid is a glossy, but uninteresting western. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer was never good at this sort of sulky tale. The studio tended to make everything look pretty. Warners and RKO were much better at producing gritty movies. The movie isn’t a total misfire, but you are better off renting Arthur Penn’s The Left Handed Gun or Sam Peckinpah’s Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. Color, 94 minutes, Not Rated.