Kit Carson

A piece of heavy duty balderdash about the frontiersman and his supposed exploits in blazing trails to California, and in prying said chunk of real estate away from Mexico. I’m quite fuzzy on the details of that era, but then again so is this bit of fluff filmed a hundred years on (1940) from the events it purports to relate, so that's pretty much a wash. I have severe doubts that any of it happened as shown here. That’s possibly good news for actual history, as this telling is rather banal and not especially interesting, except when the proceedings are punctuated by large scale acts of violence. Jon Hall is OK as the titular frontiersman, while Dana Andrews is kind of a dishrag as John C. Fremont. Their mutual romantic interest--in the same chick, not each other--is mostly dreary and adds little to the tale. I’ve taken to Westerns as I’ve grown older; something about recapturing the past seems to be part of the appeal. But in this case, here’s proof positive that even old shoot ‘em ups can be boring. I recommend finding a path away from this one.