One of the most claustrophobic B-Westerns ever produced, Train to Tombstone falls rather short of duplicating the success of the legendary Stagecoach. The problem here is not the performances -- which are all decent enough and above-average for a Grade-Z production -- but the lack of any kind of budget allocated by executive producer Robert L. Lippert, whose reluctance to part with a buck has become legendary. The train set is ramshackle at best, but the film's real detriment is the rear-projection "Indian" attacks, all grainy stock footage that actually may have come from the original Stagecoach. In other words, Train to Tombstone looks like it was assembled in a day or two, and probably was.