The fiancé of a young girl must save her from some of her villainous kinfolk who force themselves on her father, who also has a secret criminal past. Bob Steele makes an unlikely hero, even for a B-movie like The Brand of Hate. Short and not particularly good-looking, he appears to be wearing lipstick for some reason. And his character, who, judging from the dialogue, is supposed to be about eighteen, is a fairly weak hero. The stuntmen are the real stars; there's a cool runaway horse-and-carriage scene, and plenty of leaping from one racing horse onto the back of the rider of another. The fight scenes lack music, and are instead speeded up to a ridiculous degree in order to excite the target market of pre-pubescent boys. It's an enjoyable enough way to spend an hour, though.
Review of The Brand of Hate
