That was an excellent one.

Don't listen to the Hype. It's awful

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

The story-telling is good with flashbacks.The film is both funny and heartbreaking. You smile in a scene and get a soulcrushing revelation in the next.

Anything with Ella Raines is always worth watching. Totally captivating, beautiful and so talented. The ideal American girl. When you die, if you wake up in Heaven, Ella will be who you will see first. She just blows away all the other actresses of her generation, not to mention present day. I think she smokes in every picture she made. No wonder throat cancer got her in the end.

I was not particularly impressed with "The Walking Hills". Apart from the fact that hills do not walk, the film was rather dull and the same sort of material was handled MUCH better in "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre".The film is about a motley group of folks in the modern west who go searching for lost gold. For some inexplicable reason, they brought along a guy who LOVES to sing folk music. By the time he began singing "I Gave My Love a Cherry", I was about to kill myself because I hated the music so much. Plus, he was a MAJOR distraction and this only would have worked if everyone else beat the guy to death to shut him up. Instead, there's some plot about folks hiding from the law and perhaps a lawman among them. But the film was drawn out so long and was so uneventful, I simply didn't care.All in all, a rather grim and boring film. One of the few Randolph Scott pictures I've seen that really didn't entertain in the least due to a dull script.By the way, at one point, a guy claims to have found a finger from a skeleton. The bones were completely articulated even though they'd been there for years and all the flesh had been eaten away for most of this time. For your information, after the flesh disintegrates from a body, the individual bones soon fall apart and do NOT stay magically connected to each other in much of the body.

"Gunfight at the O.K. Corral" director John Sturges made his first foray into the western movie genre with this modern day western hybrid about a back room poker game that evolves into a feverish search for lost treasure in the desert. Lean, mean Randolph Scott toplines a sturdy, first-class cast in this atmospheric outdoor yarn that features John Ireland, William Bishop, Edgar Buchanan, Ella Raines, Arthur Kennedy, Russell Collins, and Jerome Courtland. Comparisons between "The Walking Hills" and John Huston's eternal classic "The Treasure of Sierra Madre" are inevitable, but the two movies differ drastically. Drawing comparisons between "The Walking Hills" and S. Sylvan Simon's "Lust for Gold" (1949) with Glenn Ford and Ida Lupino is more appropriate. The two films were released in 1949, but "The Walking Hills" came out in March, while "Lust for Gold" premiered in June. Interestingly, Edgar Buchanan appeared in both releases. Western novelist Alan Le May, who wrote both "The Searchers" and "The Unforgiven," penned the screenplay with one-time only scenarist Virginia Roddick providing additional dialogue."The Walking Hills" opens with a foreword: "A border town—like so many in the Southwest it's split in two by the international line and has two names. Calexico in America and Mexicali on the Mexican side." In the first ten minutes of this concise little epic, Sturges and Le May introduce us to the chief characters and the premise. A handsomely attired Dave Wilson (William Bishop of "Coroner Creek") appears on the streets of Mexicali in a coat, trousers, and a Stetson. He is minding his own business as he steps in front of a hamburger joint where he spots Chris Jackson (Ella Raines of "Cry 'Havoc'") flipping burgers. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Dave and Chris, two men scrutinize them from across the street. The first one is a detective, Frazee (John Ireland of "Red River"), and the second one is King (Houseley Stevenson of "Four Faces West"). Later, we learn that Dave is on the run as the result of a card game in a hotel room where a man died in a brawl with Dave. Dave thought the man was drawing a pistol from his jacket. He struck the man. The man toppled out of his chair and fell on a beer bottle, and the bottle punctured his heart. Gee, they must have had some pretty stout beer bottles back in 1949. Anyway, Dave has been on the lam and Frazee and King have been shadowing him since he fled Denver. King fears Dave will slip across the border before Frazee can buttonhole him, but Frazee isn't so sure that Dave is their prey. King argues that the look on Chris' face when she saw him convinced him that Dave was the guilty party.Anyway, Dave wanders over to the Tequila Bar & Grill and spots a horse in a trailer and learns from the truck driver, Cleve (Charles Stevens of "Last Train from Gun Hill"), that the animal belongs to Jim Carey. Cleve explains that Jim is ". . . waiting for his mare to be cleared through quarantine." The barkeep tells Dave about a penny ante poker game in the back room. Dave enters the game as Willy (Edgar Buchanan of "Texas"), an unshaven prospector, observes that Jim Carey (Randolph Scott of "Comanche Station") dreams of breeding a winning race horse. Willy resumes telling a story about lost treasure when Dave sits down. "Like I was saying there was five wagons in that train and they headed right into them walking hills." We learn that the walking hills are sand dunes that provided a short cut through the desert. According to Willy, this happened about a 100 years ago and the wagon train disappeared forever and nobody with it was ever seen or heard from again. Willy elaborates that the wagon train made up a gold shipment coming out of Mexico loaded with upwards of $5-million dollars. Jim remarks that everybody knows about the lost wagon train.A young, footloose cowboy, Johnny (Jerome Courtland of "Cripple Creek"), agrees with Willy that the walking hills pose a menace to anybody that dares to travel through them. Recently, he rode through them, and his horse stumbled on a wagon wheel and threw him. Johnny observes the wheel was a skinny, narrow wheel, not like the big-wheeled borax wagons or the wide-tired kind ideal for desert wayfaring. Silence hangs over the room, and everybody exchanges glances. Frazee has joined them, and he asks Johnny if he could find his way back to where he fell. Initially, Johnny is puzzled, "Hey, what's the matter with you guys? Did I pull something?" Jim refuses to let anybody leave the room, and Frazee makes the attendant Bibb (Russell Collins of "Bad Day at Black Rock") shut the door. They decide to embark as a group to scour the desert where Johnny fell off his horse. They are paranoid that somebody will leak their discovery so they leave later that evening so as not to attract attention and ride into the desert. Temporarily, Frazee loses interest in his quarry, Dave, because a million dollars appeals more to his sense of greed.The rest of "The Walking Hills" takes place in the desert amid the shifting sand dunes as the group struggles to locate the gold while weathering a vicious sandstorm and their own greed. Le May characterizes each individual so they stand apart from each other. Scott plays his usual, tight-lipped hero. In the end, three of them die, and Dave and Chris ride off. Although they don't find the $5 million in gold, our heroes locate a saddle bag with $10-thousand to split amongst themselves. There are a couple of surprises and Sturges maintains a modicum of tension throughout this suspenseful, 78-minute, black & white saga.

We have been seeing this on the TV Westerns channel. It's a very film noir western. Beside the always sturdy and moral Randolph Scott, there were two special delights. Ella Raines is my long favorite among the older actresses, with her bright eyes and rather sarcastic manner always seeming to be laughing at some private joke. I feel a personal connection to her in that she was born a month after my father and followed him by a month in death. She first captured my fascination in "The Suspect" with Charles Laughton and then in "The Strange Affair of Uncle Harry" with George Sanders. Josh White is the really special feature here. How often do you find such wonderfully played Delta Blues inexplicably inserted into the plot of a 1949 western? It's not a truly great movie but still a must-see because it is so ahead of it's time. "Bad Day at Black Rock" meets "O Brother Where Art Thou."