A nameless preacher aids a group of gold prospectors by taking on the town bully and his cohorts. In most of Eastwood’s westerns the plot is secondary to watching him bad-ass his way through town, cleaning out the trash with a pistol while still remaining character studies and not crossing over into action movie territory. PR is like that, but it's a film of parts, some that are fantastically Kurosawa-esque and others that are plain awful and unintentionally laughable. Nevertheless, it entertains which is what I wanted. Clint is, was and always will be the quintessential movie cowboy.
3 jingly jangly spurs out of 5
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