Modestly entertaining. Calhoun makes a believable bad guy, even though we all know that he’s really a good one under the surface. Brady makes an impression as the town preacher who’s handy with his fists and still bears the scars of an aborted lynching, and Darnell looks colourful in her final role even though she’s given barely anything to do. But B-movie Westerns were as much a thing of the past as Black Spurs’ cast, and the whole thing has an air of half-hearted resignation about it, as if the actors are grateful for the work but are already pre-occupied with thoughts of where the next job will come from. — Richard Cross