Target (1952)

To aid ranchers against a crooked land agent, Tim and Chito recruit a famed El Paso marshal...who turns out to be female.

Director:

Stuart Gilmore

Writer:

Norman Houston

Stars:

Tim Holt, Mary Jo Tarola, Walter Reed

Cast

Complete credited cast:
Tim Holt	...	Tim Holt
Mary Jo Tarola	...	Terry Moran (as Linda Douglas)
Walter Reed	...	Martin Conroy
Harry Harvey	...	Editor David Carson
John Hamilton	...	Rancher Bailey
Lane Bradford	...	Henchman Garrett
Riley Hill	...	Henchman Foster
Holly Bane	...	Henchman Higgins (as Mike Ragan)
Richard Martin	...	Chito Rafferty

Storyline

In 1893, the railroad is coming to Pecos, Texas, and crooked land agent Martin Conroy has his henchmen terrorize local ranchers into selling cheap, to his own profit. Tim and Chito try to aid crusading editor Carsen by summoning famous marshal Terry Moran from El Paso. What they get is Moran's attractive daughter, also named Terry. The female marshal can shoot, but our heroes still have a big job ahead...

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Plot Keywords:

rancher | marshal | railroad | texas | land grabbing | 

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Taglines:

LADY MARSAL GETS OUTLAW'S HORSELAUGH!...Then Tim's six-guns hit like a Texas Tornado!

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Genres:

Action | Adventure | Western

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Certificate:

Approved

Details

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

20 April 1952 (USA)

Also Known As:

Violência de Bandido

Filming Locations:

Agoura Ranch, Agoura, California, USA

Company Credits

Production Co:

RKO Radio Pictures

Technical Specs

Runtime:

61 min

Sound Mix:

Mono (RCA Sound System)

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.37 : 1

Did You Know?

Goofs

When Chito is regains consciousness at the end, he sees the prisoner in the jail cell and asks why is the prisoner in the cell because he thought the prisoner had escaped. Chito was knocked out from behind and couldn't have known anything about the attempted escape.

User Reviews

On the Downgrade

Hard not to agree with the other reviewers—this is not the duo's best oater. The boys appear to be just going through the motions without the usual spark or enlivening banter. Add to that an all-too-familiar storyline, and the results are mediocre, to say the least.

I always admired Holt as maybe the only matinée hero with a sidekick bigger and handsomer than he, and no buffoon, to boot. Together, they were an appealing exception to the usual. But, by 1952, the handwriting was indeed on the wall. These matinée cheapo's were about to be absorbed into the living room's little black box. Too bad, Holt and Martin didn't work out a TV deal like, say, the Cisco Kid or Gene Autry. Anyway, about the only memorable part of this 60-minutes, is a leading lady who maybe can't decide on a stage name, but can sure shoot a gun.