I watched this film on VHS when I was 15 and trying to see every Marylin Monroe film I could get my hands on. Now I am on an Otto Preminger kick and watched it for a completely different reason. As a Preminger film, this Western is a bit of an oddity. Come to think of it, it is an oddity as a Marylin Monroe film as well. One thing that this is good as is as a Robert Mitchum film, and he is excellent in it, both as a tough son of a gun and as sensitive father who is trying to teach his son the difference between right and wrong in the lawless West. The musical numbers are not that great, but we do get to see Marylin (really) play guitar, look great in jeans, and float down white rapids on a raft.