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6.3/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Hell-Fire Austin remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a soft spot for grainy, black-and-white westerns where the plot matters way less than the horse's ability to look stoic, Hell-Fire Austin is your movie. It is not going to change your life, and frankly, if you need a complex narrative, you should probably look elsewhere. But for people who enjoy watching Ken Maynard just kind of... exist in the desert? It hits the spot.
The whole thing is basically a slow-motion game of hide-and-seek. Ken is supposed to win a race, but the sheriff is being a total buzzkill, so he hides out at the Brooks ranch. That is the entire movie. It’s simple, it's dusty, and it moves at the speed of a tired mule.
Let's be real: the horse, Tarzan, is giving the most professional performance on screen. While the human actors are busy squinting at the sun and looking worried about plot points that don't really go anywhere, that horse is just locked in. There’s a moment near the middle where they’re hiding out, and the horse looks more concerned about the script than the actual cast.
It reminds me a bit of the aimless energy in Campus Romeos, just with more saddles and fewer dorm rooms. Sometimes the action just stops so we can watch a horse trot for ten seconds too long. I didn't mind it.
There's a weird lack of tension for a movie about a guy being hunted. You'd think he'd be stressed, but Ken Maynard handles it like he’s just waiting for a bus. It gives the whole thing this bizarre, low-stakes atmosphere. It’s not exactly the intense drama you find in The Tragedy of Youth, but it’s not trying to be.
If you’re looking for a movie to have on in the background while you fold laundry, this is it. It won't demand your attention, and if you zone out for ten minutes, you haven't missed a single crucial detail. It’s just nice to look at, in a dusty, old-timey sort of way. 🤠
