Colt .45 (1950)

A fairly minor 1950 Randolph Scott film, there's nothing particularly noteworthy about this, but it's good fun none-the-less. Randolph Scott plays a gun salesman whos guns are stolen by a bandit, who fits him up and then goes on a killing spree. Undo his release Scott much then track down the villain. The rest is largely an enjoyable series of clichés.

The two bits that grate slightly are the intro, with Scott as a slimy gun salesman (I think it's supposed to come across as genial, but in my mind it doesn't quite work), and the patronising treatment of the Indians. The local tribe seems to have a village near town, at which they must be talked into helping Scott, and dissuaded from arbitrarily going on the warpath. That said, it's no worse than anything else from the era in this respect, it's just particularly obvious since they're nominally sympathetic here.