6.6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Hopalong Rides Again remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a soft spot for 1930s B-Westerns, you'll probably get a kick out of Hopalong Rides Again. It’s light, it’s fast, and it doesn’t ask much of you. If you need complex character arcs or modern pacing, steer clear. You’ll be bored to tears within ten minutes.
Honestly, watching this feels like digging through an old box of dusty polaroids. William Boyd as Hoppy is just so reliably cool. He barely has to move a muscle to look like he’s in charge.
The villain is this eccentric professor character. He’s supposedly searching for the “missing link” in the evolutionary chain. Which is a wild excuse to be wandering around the desert with a pile of explosives. 🧨
Whenever he shows up, you just know something is about to blow up. It’s not exactly subtle filmmaking. The way he uses dynamite to scatter the cattle is almost funny in how repetitive it gets. It’s like watching a kid play with firecrackers in the backyard.
George 'Gabby' Hayes as Windy is exactly what you expect. He’s grumpy, he’s loud, and he’s the heart of the whole thing. The dynamic between him and the rest of the boys feels lived-in. Like they’ve been sitting around the same campfire for a decade too long.
There’s a scene where they’re just prepping for the drive, and it has this oddly quiet rhythm. It’s not about the plot at all. Just guys doing chores. I liked that more than the actual rustling scenes.
It’s not as intense as something like Come and Get It!, obviously. It doesn't have those grand ambitions. But it’s not trying to be a masterpiece. It just wants to get the cattle to the market and make sure the bad guy gets tossed in jail.
Sometimes, that's exactly enough. 🤠