The Old West, it would appear from this uneven excursion, is occasionally funny but not an uproarious place to visit (…) Mr. Hope, it seems almost unnecessary to point out, is always confronted by a decorative damsel, the likes of whom probably never graced the Old West. In this case, it is Rhonda Fleming, the titian-haired toast of the Dirty Dog Saloon and the girl friend and beneficiary of Jesse James. Since Miss Fleming appears to love our hapless Easterner and since she invariably sashays about in filmy negligées, it is obvious that confronting her is a pleasure rather than a problem. — A. H. Weiler, 1959.