When I read reviews of a film that offer compelling reasons why it's viewer liked it so much, I'm forced to re-examine my own reasons why I didn't. Most of the (few) reviews for "Dead Aim" are fairly complimentary here, and I can even agree with what the posters state about the picture. However for me, this one turned out to be what I would call the Seinfeld of the Western genre - nothing happens. Oh, I know, the set up is decent enough, about an orphaned baby raised to manhood by the traveling undertaker that finds him in the desert. But the story just meanders it's way through the desert for it's ninety minute run time with a randomness to it's characters and situations, so that one doesn't really get invested in the picture as if something was actually going on. Character actor James Westerfield is competent in his last screen role as the grave digger, waxing philosophical about the beauty of dead bodies in a pile. I never quite understood how he was ever going to be paid for his efforts; collecting script to turn in after the War seemed like a stretch. With protagonist Glen Lee, we have a poor man's Clint Eastwoood, occasionally dreaming about Venetia Vianello in her best Victoria's Secret outfit. I'm curious about her screen credit on this board as a character named Kelly, when throughout the story she's called Maria, reinforced by the scrap of a Wanted Poster that Johnny boy carries around with him. The most interesting concept here was the rattlesnake music that accompanied every tense situation that Johnny encountered, but there's no way he could have summoned up that memory of facing a real rattler as a toddler that the script alluded to. If you're thinking of tuning in, be warned, this is about as interesting as picking thorns out of a cactus leaf, which old Applebee did by the way.
Review of Dead Aim
