Phonearl Good start, but then it gets ruined

Moustroll Good movie but grossly overrated

Megamind To all those who have watched it: I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do.

Mandeep Tyson The acting in this movie is really good.

ofumalow I'd heard this was one of the worst movies ever, but it's just cheap and mediocre. (How disappointing.) It's no worse than much of the era's drive-in era genre cheapies, particularly the sexploitation, biker and horror ones--though I guess by this point it was a fairly rare low-budget western, since that genre pretty much dying out (big-budget exceptions like "True Grit" aside). Some 19th-century longhaired white cretins rape and murder a small village of Apaches, taking one woman hostage when she promises to take them to a gold mine. When the a young Apache warrior returns home (he'd been absent during this slaughter), he tracks and methodically kills the brutes.This movie is kinda like a non-graphic version the same time period's porn semi-classic "A Dirty Western"--though what passed for high production values in a porn flick looks pretty low-grade in a mainstream feature. (There's only so much rugged-landscape location shooting can do for an otherwise micro-budgeted movie.) It's all about abduction, loutish behavior and righteous vengeance. Jody McCrea plays the "nice" member of the gang, who tries to save the "squaw" from further rape and violence; his dad Joel cameos as the character many years later, remembering these grim events. You've got to wonder if McCrea Sr. (in his next-to-last role) had any idea just how sordid much of "Cry Blood, Apache" would be, since the sleazy aura early on is so at odds with the wholesome image he'd preserved as a Hollywood star. McCrea Jr., in his sole effort at producing, is OK--but he sure was cuter as Deadhead in those "Beach Party" movies. Nonetheless, this movie isn't so bad. It's got a professional orchestral score, decent technical contributions, adequate pacing, OK stunt work, picturesque high/low-desert locations, and competent direction from Jack Starrett, who played the hypocritically evangelical "Deacon and would go on to direct a fair number of TV episodes ("Starsky & Hutch," "Dukes of Hazard") as well as TV movies and second-rung theatrical ones ("Cleopatra Jones," "The Gravy Train," "Race with the Devil"). Yes, those adjectives are pretty tepid. No stretch of the imagination can make "Cry Blood, Apache" good. But t'ain't THAT bad. It's just drive-in routine, circa 1970, with dialogue largely dubbed in post. Actually, it gets better as it goes on, particularly in late vengeful stretches that reach for tragedy and irony--they don't memorably reach either, but they're effective enough in melodramatic terms. (There's a particularly nasty death by rattlesnake.) Still, the ending is corny.Big bearded "Billy" was the father of child star Dawn Lyn ("My Three Sons") and teen idol Leif Garrett.

FightingWesterner A group of despicable treasure seekers murder a number of Indians and kidnap a girl with possible knowledge of a goldmine, forcing her Apache warrior brother to follow.This is basically one of co-star/director Jack Starrett's biker movies transported back in time to the old west with Jody McCrea in the all too familiar role of the sensitive outlaw surrounded by a bunch of degenerates. Watch McCrea and Robert Tessier in The Glory Stompers and you'll know what I'm talking about.Cry Blood, Apache is an okay but slow moving film, typical of the drive-in western in that it's short on plot and long on pessimism and sadism, this time with an ending that just doesn't ring true.It's strengths include good location photography, Jody McCrea's immense likability as an actor and the repulsiveness of villains Tessier and Starrett, who incidentally played the only American to date ever killed by Rambo!Joel McCrea makes a cameo appearance as the older version of his son Jody but I think he should have taken a cue from co-star Randolph Scott and retired after the success of Ride The High Country.

John (opsbooks) This has to be the lowest rated Western I've come across on IMDb. Strange indeed, as I found this movie to be one of the better Westerns I've watched over the last year.The characters are interesting and the parts all well played. It won't appeal to everyone. It's not a horse opera, there's no glamour and no colorful scenery. You might think the greater part was filmed in a quarry. It's desolate, inhospitable yet holds a certain beauty.The script wastes no words and in some ways the movie is more of a mystery rather than a western. You're never quite sure what will happen next.On the negative side, the photography is pedestrian. However, the straight forward yet interesting story of revenge overrides this minor point. I'd like to see a good quality print of this movie rather than the currently washed out public domain version.

Poseidon-3 Even though he only appears in the movie for scant minutes and scarcely says a word, this has to easily qualify as Joel McCrea's worst film. His otherwise notable career is tarnished by his appearance in this dreadful mess (a favor, one has to assume, for his son who produced the disaster.) The story, if one can even call it that, concerns a band of repugnant, annoying, filthy drifters who terrorize and mostly kill off a small family of Indians. They keep one girl alive so that she can show them to a place where gold exists. The audience can tell that Jody McCrea (utterly lacking in any screen charisma) is the "good guy" of the piece because instead of raping, butchering or torturing any of the Indians, he sits on a rock and watches it all. He develops sympathy for the female hostage as the gritty group fights amongst itself on the way to the gold. Two of the actors in the film also directed and assistant directed it. Starrett apparently couldn't say goodbye to all his extended scenes of himself overacting and meandering around meaninglessly. The whole film has a plethora of shots of people walking or riding endlessly. Meanwhile, a lone Indian, who had been away during the slaughter, tracks the group. This tall native has an interesting outfit. He wears a long-sleeved peasant blouse over a very narrow loincloth that shows practically all of his behind. He lurches through the terrain with all the style and grace of say.......a filling station attendant at a Boron gas station in Columbus, Ohio. One hilarious sequence has him careening into a violent river. The film is uncomfortable to watch for various reasons. The opening scenes are sadistic and thoughtlessly cruel. The bulk of it is just amateurish and badly written, shot and directed. The one rather interesting aspect is the choice of revenge that the lone Indian chooses for his enemies. It is only in these various depictions of the payback he gives each of the men that the movie shows any amount of creativity or life. It is also rewarding for the audience since, by the time the Indian catches up to them, these characters have become positively unbearable. Henley, during his final sequence, is so agonizing that one wants to reach through the TV and kill him personally. The music is also abominable in the movie. The whole thing is ludicrous, trashy, cheap, choppy and worst of all boring.