Below-average man-running-away-from-his-past western starring Clint Walker as Cain, Killer Cain, a man who'd carved 12 notches on his death-dealing pistol before the authorities caught up with him and threw him in the jug for 18 years. MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE catches up with him at the time of his release when he, a reformed man, tries to build a new, law-abiding life.
Of course, disappearing into the moiling crowd is easier when you don't stand 6'6" and don't have the physique of a circus strongman. Cain finds himself bouncing from job to job every time his true identity is inevitably discovered, and the only job he's able to keep is in Ruffalo's (Vincent Price) traveling shooting show, playing himself, once again wielding his notched gun for the oohing customers. The job pays well - he's a big attraction - and it might just pay enough to allow him to settle down with frontier painter Anne Francis. That is, if he's able to avoid the outlaws with a grudge against him - the one's who pop in and out of the movie - and the fast-drawing, sharp-shooting, young sociopath star of the shooting show, Billy (Paul Hampton.)
Alright, it's a little creaky, but it's a serviceable enough premise that might have worked. Walker is miscast in the lead role. He's too gentle, laid-back, and quiet to convince us he was ever a cold-blooded gun-for-hire. His signature role was as Posey in The Dirty Dozen' - Posey was a quiet introvert who became deadly when Lee Marvin starting pushing him around and making fun of his name. Walker was believably deadly when provoked, he isn't believable as a calculating killer. To its credit, the movie does have one you're breaking my hand!' scene, with Walker as the provoked hand-breaker, but even that could have been done better. Price, who could give 110% pure ham in little movies like this is relatively restrained and, therefore, wasted. Hampton, as the slick shootin' Billy, does pour it on and does his part in dragging this movie down.
For its time MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE was pretty violent, but that was a long time ago. What might have lured them to the drive-in back then is yawn producing today. There are an awful lot of under-the-costume exploding blood pellets, and slow-mo dying scenes, but all they do is slow down an already slowly paced movie. Not recommended.
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