- Someone involved with this show (I am guessing Roy Huggins, only because I blame him—and thank him—for everything) is addicted to characters with weird and wildly annoying laughs. This trend first reared its ugly head in “The McCreedy Bust” when the banker laughed like a nut case at every marginally amusing moment in his wake. Then in “Exit from Wickenburg” the bartender laughed like a lunatic when Heyes and Kid told him about being beaten up by Al Gorman. (I know there are more…it will be another list project for me, I fear.) And now, old Clarence has this very strange cackle as Kid begins getting dressed and talking about leaving…
I wonder how Peter manages to make his eyes look puffy and a bit glassy in scenes where he is just waking up. That has to be more than acting. Amazing. And seriously, could he look any cuter with his tousled bed hair and look of sleepy confusion? *sigh*
Well, I do enjoy seeing a man step into his pants and maneuver himself into them. It is fun to watch the red union suit Kid is wearing disappear into his day’s outfit. Even better, but only because of my undying infatuation with him, to see Heyes run to help shut the door against the snow drift with only one long-john covered leg in his pants…I do so enjoy these moments of fully covered ‘near undress’!
- Couple’s moment alert!! A very, very lovely little subtlety, as Heyes leans his chin against Kid’s shoulder as they stand at the door and hear from Clarence between bursts of maniacal laughter that everyone missed their chance to leave the camp before the weather trapped them there for the winter.
Hey! Rory Calhoun finally speaks…and you know what? I am disappointed! Nothin’ special…
Heyes just can’t seem to help himself when it comes to telling people why they are losing at poker. “You’re just overplaying that two pair, Doc.” Personally, if I were playing with him, I’d probably punch him square in his gorgeous nose. And then kiss it and make it better, of course.
My. What’s up with the decidedly feminine coif and equally womanly (and quite ugly) coat on the undertaker? I gotta say, that’s creeping me out a bit. Of course, these men have been sequestered together for quite some time…oh, eww, I really don't want to go there….
Ben does a good job at fainting. There is no acting visible. And up jumps Heyes and runs to his fallen friend. His voice as he says “Hey, hey…what’s wrong with you?” and pats Kid’s face amazes me. Here is a nurturing, loving man filled with concern for his partner. A real, true, and spectacular couple’s moment. I absolutely treasure this moment. ®®
OH, how I would dearly love to be Kid’s right forearm and hand in this scene. ® and you will know what I mean. *girlish giggle* ®§
Good lord. That is one unfortunate butt shot of Billy as he helps pick up the Kid to move him to the store room. I guess it ain’t about butts, it’s about the man. And boy, what a poorly positioned scene. Everyone knows Ben should have fallen with his head toward the viewer, and Peter should have been at this end when they pick him up...
Further defining his nurturing side, Heyes lays Kid down and tries to make him comfortable. I hear him say, “Aw…” and I think he touches Kid’s face, but we can’t see for sure from our angle. And then he begins covering Kid with blankets, making sure his legs are together and the blankets are tucked in around his feet. Just lovely. He is a natural nurturer, it seems to me, and he goes by instinct and love. He is much more demonstrative than Kid, although Kid does often gaze at Heyes with admiration and respect. I think both boys would be lost without the other. Heyes takes care of Kid in the emotional sense, and Kid looks up to Heyes and protects him in the physical sense. A perfect match, these two.
Ok, is it evil of me to notice Heyes’ ass as he lays Kid down and begins to cover him with blankets? I mean I am concerned about Kid and all, but sweet jesus, those jeans fit Heyes like skin in that position…somebody turn on a fan…®§§
A favorite moment for me is when the Doc is listening to Kid’s heart and Heyes decides he wants to listen too, and rips the stethoscope out of Doc’s ears. From experience, I am telling you…that hurt! It is Heyes at his arrogant finest, all little boy “gimme” and impatient. I have to say, being a bit of a germaphobe, the idea of someone putting my stethoscope in his ears without sanitizing it with alcohol first would put me over the top, and I assure you, I would not use it again until I had thoroughly cleaned it. But that’s just me. I guess in the 1880s, Old West health care workers weren’t as careful with their “rubber ear tubes”!!
Heyes is always thinking. He listens to Doc’s heart to compare it with Kid’s and discovers that the Doc’s heart beats faster whenever he is apparently lying. It only takes him a moment or two to put two and two together. No doubt this man has a quick and very agile mind. And let me tell you, in my opinion, brains can be as sexy as looks any day.
When Heyes checks in on Kid in the store room, he speaks to him softly and checks his forehead with his hand. I wonder if Heyes has memories of himself as a little boy, being nurtured by his mother. I don’t think he has had much call as an adult outlaw to care for a sick friend in this way. It touches me. I would like to know more of a back story for our two boys…I may just have to write one that satisfies my perspective of the boys that developed into these caring, complex men…
- When he looks at Kid in this scene, I recognize the look on Heyes’ face. It is the same look he had when he was just about to lean in and kiss Julia in The Man Who Murdered Himself. Look closely. It is an intense and sensual look…it is Heyes at his most beautiful. And now it is a look he is giving the only person on earth he can fully trust and care about.
I love the comedy aspect of Doc losing every hand in Montana Red Dog. Each time, he gets more animated and aggravated as he loses and bets the size of the pot. The actor—Jack Kelly—does an excellent job of making us feel his frustration and yet not like him enough to hope he gets himself out of trouble.
I smile every time it is Ralph the undertaker’s turn to deal. The facial expressions he uses as he plays a card for the Doc and then watches his face for a reaction, are just brilliant.
How fun that Kid was the one who won the big hand to close out the game. We have been shown over and over that Heyes has the skill at poker to pull off such a feat, but to see that Kid does also, especially in a game where it is so important to know and recall what cards have been played, is a wonderful example of his intelligence. I like that the powers-that-be kept us on our toes this way…most of us expecting the glory to go to Heyes and having a right curve thrown at us in the final play. Beautiful.
I don't quite understand why the first choice when asking Jason to stay indoors is to pull a gun on him. I mean, isn’t that just a bit of overkill? How ‘bout just asking him first and seeing where that takes you, Kid?
“I’d probably do the same thing myself, I was packing all that gold outta here.” and an animated nod from Billy. Ugh. Yep, his theatrics have worn thin.
WHAT IN HOLY HELL IS RORY CALHOUN WEARING?? Is that a freakin’ brown silk jumpsuit??
I am proud of Heyes’ intelligent mind as he checks everyone with his own idea of a lie detector. He goes to each person and listens carefully to each heart for any discernable difference as they each profess their innocence. But Heyes is a very astute poker player…he should be very aware of his tells. He pats each person whose heartbeat remained calm on the back, but when he notices a change in Jason’s rhythm, he listens longer than he had to anyone else, and he does not pat him on the back before he goes to the next person. He might as well have worn a giant “Jason’s heart says HE did it” sign around his neck. I think his skill as a poker player would have made him acutely aware of his need to react exactly the same to each examination. Don’t give up your tells, Heyes…you know better.
I just don’t get the whole silliness about Heyes checking Kid’s heartbeat…and then Kid getting irritated and checking Heyes’. And Ben’s way of speaking in this scene really grates on me. Overacting…a crime he shouldn’t get amnesty for.
I very much like Heyes’ interaction with the amply busted saloon girl/spy, Florence. It tickles me that he carefully avoids blatantly looking at her cleavage. I can almost hear him telling himself…”don’t look down! Look at her eyes…” He likes women, and he likes looking at women. And I like to see it.
The dark blue shirt, and the cream one also, is not the most flattering cut on Peter. I think he has put on some weight, which makes his buff jeans look even better than usual on him, but the shirt fits a little wrong and accentuates a bit of thickness around his belly. I am not complaining, mind you…I would have just put him in a different shirt had I been the wardrobe girl…oh, god, how I would have loved to be the wardrobe girl…