3.4/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 3.4/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Fighting Through remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Look, if you want high-octane excitement, keep scrolling. But if you have a soft spot for the kind of B-western they churned out in the mid-30s—the kind where the dialogue feels like it was written on a napkin during lunch—then Fighting Through is exactly the sort of dusty curiosity you might enjoy on a rainy Sunday.
It’s not trying to be British Agent or anything with actual prestige. It’s just a cattle ranch, some bad guys with very suspicious mustaches, and Reb Russell looking serious while riding a horse.
The plot is basically just an excuse to get people onto horses. Our guy Reb shows up, saves a dude named Jack Thorn, and they immediately decide they’re best friends forever. They get hired at the Lund ranch, and—surprise, surprise—the cattle start vanishing before the ink on their contracts is even dry.
There’s a kidnapping that feels oddly rushed, like the director just realized he had five minutes left to get the heroine into a cellar. The pacing is just weird. One second they’re talking about hay prices, and the next, everyone is drawing six-shooters in a canyon.
There’s a moment where they find a trail, and the movie spends way too long showing them looking at dirt. Like, we get it, they walked that way! We don't need three shots of boot prints in the mud.
It’s very plain. There is no attempt at subtext. If a guy is wearing a black hat, he’s going to steal your cows. If he’s wearing a white hat, he’s going to save the day and maybe say something polite to the ranch owner's daughter. It’s comfort food for people who like old movies.
Watching this made me think about The Air Mail in how it just commits to the bit, no matter how ridiculous things get. Fighting Through doesn't care about logic. It cares about getting from the opening credits to the final shootout without the film reel snapping. 🤠
If you don't like movies where the acting is mostly just 'standing in a line and shouting lines,' stay away. You will hate it. But if you’re like me and find comfort in the simplicity of 60-minute black-and-white westerns, you’ll probably find something to like here. Even if it’s just the horses.

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