160616: Conflicted would be a fair description of how I feel about Forty Guns. Its seemingly fast pace is strewn with overly dramatic lulls and a couple, luckily, strange musical numbers (Jidge Carroll - look that one up). I initially thought it was going to be a fun and perhaps it was? Seeing a young Hank Worden (Marshal John Chisum) started things off right. Then Wes called for a "44-40" which really put me on track (unfortunately he refers to a "40-40" later). Throw in a hot gunsmith, Louvenia Spangler (Eve Brent), and within the first fifteen minutes I was hooked; sort of. I found the heavily pancaked Stanwyck detracted from my viewing pleasure on more than one level. Her acting was too theatrical and character, Jessica Drummond, unconvincing. Further, those previously mentioned lulls were killers, even if they only took a relatively small amount of time from an equally short film, 80 minutes. There is strangeness to the bathtub scenes, some close-ups and the musical numbers. There is a lack of cohesiveness. This film should've been great; perhaps is? In an attempt to understand my confusion, I watched it again, back to back. The second viewing definitely helped clarifying some things in my mind, but not my opinion. There are so many unique elements to this film including innuendo. It's either genius or a histrionic mess. Give it a whirl. You decide. If you're a western fan, I don't think you'll regret it. You may, however, find yourself wanting to watch it again. I'm giving Forty Guns a 3.5 but it may be a lot better than my limited film knowledge reflects.