The forgettable SW contribution to the cinematical treatment of the Billy ze Kick mythology.
The film doesn’t care too much about the real story, but cooks his own soup about poor Billy becoming innocently an outlaw while protecting his mother, then later on is forced to kill the attemted raper and his brothers, then (surprisingly at this moment) becomes really fascinated by the gun and loses his innocence by becoming a trigger happy shooter, then becomes innocent again and falls in love, but is forced to lose his temper again cause of his (long dead) mum, and finally is shot, but not by Pat Garrett, who has to live further on with the stigma not to be what he isn’t.
Peter Lee Lawrence looks young enough to be Billy, but fails to show us any of his inner conflicts. All he does is acting on the surface.
My only interest in this film was the fact that it was shot by the Bullet for Sandoval director Julio Buchs. But both films have nothing in common.