The world’s only all-midget western musical, which automatically makes it the greatest film its type. Never mind those many reviews and lists that call this one of the worst films ever made. It’s actually no worse than most other B-westerns of the time. It’s got the same boring direction, bad acting, and sluggish pace (even over a running time that barely lasts an hour) of most of those films. Its saving grace is its novelty, a few sweet songs, and some clever visual gags in which the dwarf actors walk under swinging saloon doors.
Director Sam Newfield was one of those B-movie short order cooks of the 1930s and 40s. He churned out so many hack programmers that he actually had to sometimes use pseudonyms (Peter Stewart, Sherman Scott). He’s right up there with William Beaudine.