Here we have another of those movies that I like quite a bit, whereas other people don't like it much at all. I'm not sure why. It wasn't as if people expected Eastwood to do dramas forever. He'd already done the movies with Clyde the Orangutan. Maybe because he wore cowboy get-up, he was supposed to be the Man With No Name again. He wasn't. He was Bronco Billy, a guy who owns a not-very-successful Wild West Show and who seems to be as much a believer in the Code of the West and basic good behavior as the Lone Ranger ever was, so much so that he even wins over the stuck-up heiress played by Sondra Locke. Maybe I'm just a sucker for movies with Sousa marches on the soundtrack, but if you like movies with a little heart and sentiment, not to mention Scatman Crothers, you should give this one a chance.