Although Anne Baxter is far too prettily made up to convincingly play the sharp-shooting tomboy in this fanciful comedy-western, lush Technicolor and a lively group of dance-hall girls that includes a very young Marilyn Monroe all but makes up for that bit of miscasting. At one point, Connie Gilchrist, as the dance-hall madam, lectures Miss Baxter on the subject of sex appeal, which, she claims, the naive girl sorely lacks. But Anne's Max Factored loveliness makes the scene not only redundant but slightly perplexing. Not that A Ticket to Tomahawk should be taken in any way serious, what with Dan Dailey joining the dancing girls and a train being pulled through the Colorado Rockies by mules. The songs, meanwhile, are cheery enough and if the film is a far cry from Annie Get Your Gun, which was rather obviously the inspiration, it does manage to entertain in its own clumsy way.