James inherited some facial features and a marquee name from his dad, but that's all of the apple that fell from this particular tree. He lacks the gravitas needed to pull off this laconic western hero lead. The direction is even lamer, with most of the action coming from a multi-party series of shootouts among unidentified henchmen and locals at various elevations in a long mountain pass for the turf war between two rich ranchers. It's virtually impossible to tell who is being killed as each stunt man falls from the rocky heights. No uniforms or scorecard to know if any casualty is a win or loss for the good guys. The most noteworthy performance came from George Ardisson, who channeled a slice of Dan Duryea for a smugly crazed take on this villain gig, complete with a leering smile that projects more menace than mirth.
Review of Massacre at Grand Canyon
