How can it be funny when we have Mitchell holding and hugging and crying over his son while a bunch of cowboy hat-wearing, sweat stain having gang members team up on Marcia Brady? Its not worth it at all unless you are prepared for a great hunt and you know what the master was thinking toward the end.
This film starts out as a raucous comic romp, but halfway through takes a sudden and surprising turn and becomes a dark, probing and frankly disturbing depiction of the worst aspects of masculinity.
Cameron Mitchell, who was the only really good actor in this, refused to participate in the re-shooting and just disappears entirely near the end.