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Logan's rotund version of Lerner and Loewe's musical Western may lack actors (Presnell excepted) who can actually sing, but that's compensated for by a solid plot involving a farcical discovery of gold, and the growth of a mining town (No Name City) that develops from amoral shantydom to respectability and a holocaust. When the novelty wears off of watching Eastwood (as one of Seberg's two husbands in a variant on a Mormon ménage) singing I Talk to the Trees like a cross between Roy Rogers and Bobby Vee, you'll have a wavering but consistently interesting performance from Marvin, hamming away as the other husband.
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