RED GARTERS

Rosemary Clooney

RED GARTERS (1954). Director: George Marshall.

The citizens of Limbo County are holding a barbecue to celebrate the death of a hated individual, when said individual's brother, Reb (Guy Mitchell), shows up wanting revenge on whoever murdered him. It doesn't make any difference that Red also hated his brother, it's "the code of the West." Someone who is sick of this code and all of the fighting and killing is saloon singer Calaveras Kate (Rosemary Clooney of White Christmas), who is inexplicably in love with the fat Jason Carberry (Jack Carson), the unofficial leader of the town. She refers to the bloodthirsty townspeople as "Modern-day Romans." While Reb draws closer to Jason's ward, Susan (Pat Crowley), another romance develops between bandit Rafael (Gene Barry) and newcomer-from-Boston Sheila (Joanne Gilbert). Reb and Rafael have also become fast friends, but what will happen when Red learns that it was his buddy who shot and killed his brother?

Guy Mitchell and Pat Crowley

Red Garters is easily both the weirdest musical and western that I have ever seen. For one thing, the movie is so highly-stylized that it often seems like a cartoon. In some westerns there is some attempt to make sets on a soundstage resemble the real thing, but the town in Red Garters is completely artificial. That pretty much matches the farcical absurdity of the screenplay. However, without putting to fine a point on it, the film has a subtext of using logic to reduce violence, personified in the character of the quite sensible Kate (aside from her infatuation for Jason). Similarly Clooney dominates the movie, and gives a terrific performance. Not only is she surprisingly sexy doing such numbers as the title tune, "Code of the West" and especially the splendid "Bad News," but she delivers her songs with more assurance and professionalism than I've ever quite seen from her before. 

Joanne Gilbert and Gene Barry

As for Guy Mitchell, who was essentially a singer, he gives a good performance in Garters, but his lack of good looks probably didn't help him and he made only two movies, this and Those Redheads from Seattle. Joanne Gilbert, also a good singer, was introduced in this film and she is notable as well, but she did mostly television work and her career petered out in the sixties. Gene Barry's turn as a Mexican bandit may be on the stereotypical side, but he is nevertheless excellent. Buddy Ebsen is only given one number but he dances up a storm as expected. Buck-toothed Cass Daley plays an Indian squaw. Reginald Owen and Frank Faylen score as respectively, Sheila's father, the judge, and a cowardly if highly vocal townsperson. Crowley and Carson do their turns professionally. The songs by Livingstone and Evans [Somebody Loves Me] are a mixed bag, some quite forgettable and others rather pleasant.  

Verdict: Like a Western animated movie with flesh and blood players. **3/4.