The rivers and lakes at Kanab, UT, are as blue as cobalt in this Technicolor Western, and when a Yankee soldier is viciously stabbed by Barry Sullivan, the water turns a deep scarlet. Arlene Dahl adds other colors not usually observed outside a beauty parlor, but all that is as it should be. The Outriders, which, for once, has a wagon train traveling east, is exciting fare well played by a superior cast of old hands at this sort of thing, and directed with an eye for the sheer beauty of Utah by an efficient Roy Rowland. There is a thrilling river crossing, Indians on the warpath, an especially noisy climax, and a despicable villain in a bushwhacking Jeff Corey. But you cannot get over the sight of the ravishing Arlene Dahl square dancing with a bunch of drunken outriders in the middle of nowhere.
by Hans J. Wollstein review