Set in Utah during 1933's drought and depression, this is the story of a city slicker going to the wilderness and looking up a friend of his mothers. He ends up getting involved with the daughter of one of the ranchers and hunting for a big mountain lion that has been attacking live stock and people. Dully made by rote this is a pot boiler tale set in the modern west that is a good cure for insomnia. To be certain the film has some stunning photography of the wilds of Utah, but the plot is so over blown and the acting, outside of Preston Foster and Forrest Tucker is merely adequate, making for a film that's best used as a sleep aide. To be honest I struggled to get through this film and found that toward the end I had reached for the remote of the DVD player. I'd take a pass.
Review of The Big Cat
