No one's ever going to claim that The Redhead from Wyoming is a great Western, but as a showcase for the startling beauty of Maureen O'Hara, it's pretty darn good. The script starts out promising, with information about the "rules" of cattle rustling in this certain time and place, indicating that there's potential for a somewhat off-beat plot. And the characters, at least when we meet them, have promise, too; neither O'Hara's nor William Bishop's immediately settle into a black vs. white, good vs. evil stereotype. Unfortunately, the screenplay doesn't go for the unique, settling for a plot that ultimately is familiar stuff. Likewise, the characters soon lose their ambiguity, leaving it pretty much up to the actors to hold our interest. O'Hara and Bishop do, she because she's so unrelentingly striking visually and because her patented feistiness is alluring and he because he simply turns in a fine performance. We have less luck with Alex Nicol, who looks good but isn't especially interesting and whose acting can't make up for that deficit. Lee Sholem's direction is fairly routine and doesn't capitalize on some opportunities in the script, but he does keep things focused on O'Hara, which is good. He also is aided by Winton Hoch's dependably expert cinematography and by some good sets and costumes.