Gold of the Seven Saints

'Gold of the Seven Saints' reminded me quite a bit of 1948's 'The Treasure of the Sierra Madre', but with more humour.

When horse thief Shaun Garrett (Roger Moore) is caught in the act stealing a horse and forced to pay for the horse, he pays with gold. Now, him and his partner Jim Rainbolt (Clint Walker) are being followed by a group of bandits, who demand half their gold.

With the weight of the gold slowing them down, Jim and Shaun decide to bury the gold. After a gunfight with the bandits, Doc Wilson Gate (Chill Wills) shows up, and attends to Shaun's wound, having been shot. He, too, would like a share of the gold, but unlike the bandits he helps Jim and Shaun.

They take refuge at the home of Jim's old friend, Amos Gondora (Robert Middleton), where they meet the lovely maiden Tita (Letícia Román), who allows for many humerous moments as both men vie for her attention.

However, it soon becomes clear Amos Gondora is also after the gold, and he pursues Jim and Shaun when they leave the following day. There's action and adventure all the way as Jim and Shaun is being pursuit be several people wanting the gold. And when it comes to gold, no 'good intentions' are good.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Clint Walker is a delicious hunk of a man and fortunately the film finds excuses to show off his muscular, hairy physique. I mean, this hunk stood almost 2m (6 foot 6 inches) tall with a 120cm (32 inch) chest!

Roger Moore was fabulous as Shaun, who served mostly as comic relief. I enjoyed the chemistry between Shaun and Jim as they stood together in the face of danger. I enjoyed this movie.