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Saturday, March 22, 2014

The Tonto Kid (Resolute Pictures, 1934)


Yet another 'Kid' title




 
 
The last Rex Bell Western that we’ll review for a while (he wasn’t that good) is a 1934 effort directed by Harry L Fraser (as Harry Frazer), The Tonto Kid.
 

Tom's daughter Ruth worth seeing
 

It’s a skullduggery Western with a plot to pass off a circus girl for a ranch heiress but there are also stage hold-ups, gallopin’ and shootin’, so never fear. Rex discovers a platinum deposit, so his luck is in.

Rex loses Sheik in the first reel so the big white horse plays almost no part. Rex wears a big black Stetson, not white, as he is a good badman, The Tonto Kid. Sadly, Earl Dwire’s destined part of aging rancher was taken by white-haired (or -wigged) Joseph W Girard. Earl does appear but only briefly, and uncredited, as a deputy. The good news is that there is a last-reel appearance by Ruth Mix, Tom’s daughter, as the long-lost heiress. She doesn’t seem to mind at all that her ex-circus pal, (Barbara Roberts) has been impersonating her to get the ranch. Barbara may not get the ranch but she does get Rex, who is, poor fellow, trapped by the girl with a tame preacher in the last scene and obliged to tie the knot.
 

Poker face
 

It’s the usual low-budget affair and it’s quite amusing when the ‘ranch’ fireplace and wall wobble during the fight.

Unfortunately, the bad guy is a shyster lawyer of exaggerated hook-nosed appearance, played by Theodore Lorch, and there is an unpleasant smack of anti-Semitism here. I have nothing (naturally) against portrayals of shyster lawyers, the term being often almost tautological, but they really should have cast someone else. Well, it was 1934.

If as a Western fan you like 1930s one-hour programmers, then of course you have an embarrassment of riches before you, and can choose from a huge number. But I always feel that Rex Bell ones will do you proud. You could also try Idaho Kid or, even better, Broadway to Cheyenne. And there’s no singing, which is good.


Rex Bell, Mr. Clara Bow

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