Exoticalot People are voting emotionally.

Protraph Lack of good storyline.

TeenzTen An action-packed slog

Fairaher The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

Spondonman There's absolutely no surprises in this little old Western but I enjoyed it immensely – in fact have done ever since I saw it as a youngster over 40 years ago. And it appeared as corny then as it did just now, it's nice returning to a simple story with black and white characters in Warnercolor. Simple pleasures indeed.Railroad is required to be constructed to connect Carson City with Virginia City and granite-like Randolph Scott is the only man who can engineer it through. Baddie Raymond Massey is grimly supported by James "Herb" Millican and his dozy gang of Champagne Bandits aiming to stop it ever coming to pass. There's an interesting assortment of alliances and oppositions in the town – there's always mixed feelings when people are faced with Progress after all; and a stuttering love affair between Scott, his old flame and his brother – Richard Webb replaying his petulant performance in Build My Gallows High from 5 years before. Favourite bits: The puzzling and wimpy opening robbery – even Robin Hood could never have behaved like that!; the well-intentioned barroom brawl that terrorised the town; the race to rescue the trapped miners and the high moral tone; the photography when Scott was rounding up the first of the baddies was especially excellent. Back then there was plenty for men, women, boys and girls to savour, nowadays sadly much more sex, violence and crudity is required to attain the status of Good Film.Everything in here was done better before by the likes of Flynn, Cooper and Wayne but it's still an entertaining, colourful and logical waste of time with no ethical or emotional loose-ends at the conclusion. Don't ask for anything more from any of Randolph Scott's films and they're great!

Xjayhawker Early 50's..still thrilled with re-telling stories of the old west..a lot of us couldn't' wait for the next western to be released..whether it was Johnny Mack Brown or Wild Bill Elliott..or Hopalong Cassidy..we didn't care..but we all had our favorites..or whether they were shooting 8 or 10 shots from a 6 shooter without re-loading..it was all good fun..but when certain actors showed up in a western we seemed to pay a little more attention because these guys seemed authentic..James Stewart, Gary Cooper, John Wayne, Henry Fonda..for me it was Randolph Scott and Joel McRea..now with Carson City, we have Randolph Scott who always wanted to see the other side of the mountain and meets up with his brother..the stable kind of guy with a regular job and a girl that Scott hasn't seen since she was 16 and admits to having a big crush on way back then..he's in town to build a railroad..a faster, easier way to ship all that gold coming out of the mines..Raymond Massey as the mine owner with no gold..but he always has plenty of it..you guess where it's all coming from..hold ups by a gang called the Champaigne Bandits because those robbed are well treated..fried chicken lunch and Champaigne for their troubles..there is animosity between the town folk and the railroad crews.. And a pretty good fight between Scott and one of his men in the saloon..pretty well staged..the girl in question has never gotten over Scott and she has never thought of his brother in that way..they both work for her father publishing the town newspaper until he is killed..it's got to be the railroad people, right? The way it ends reminds me of the Errol Flynn/Olivia Dehaviland western from 1939..Dodge City when someone proclaims that their railroad building days are over only to have their mind changed by a good woman..all in all there is plenty of action..some romance..some wolves in sheeps' clothing.. A good story made better with Scott..

GManfred Randolph Scott made a lot of westerns, and I guess they can't all be good. This one was more talk than action and had more plot than it needed, but if you are a fan, like I am, Randy can do no wrong. Except maybe pick the wrong movies.This one is pretty formulaic and breaks no new ground for westerns. That being the case there is really no compelling reason to see it. Add on the fact that there is precious little action, save for a couple of fistfights, and you have a disappointing picture worth only a five rating. Raymond Massey was a very good bad guy and Lucille Norman was average as the love interest. Director Andre DeToth must have phoned this one in and as I recall this one was on the bottom of a double feature. It must have been better when I was 11, and that's the only excuse I can give you for watching "Carson City" now, as a grown-up.

Robert J. Maxwell Plenty of straightforward action here, with Randolph Scott as a fustian engineer hired to build a railroad from Carson City to Reno and San Francisco. He's opposed by most of the town who have heretofore depended on the stagecoach and despise ruffians. He's also opposed by his brother because the girl in town falls for Scott. The chief heavy is Raymond Massey, leader of the gang called "the champagne bandits" who sabotage the railroad and kill some of the construction workers because it's always been easier to hold up horse-drawn wagons instead of trains. Bang bang. Scott wins the conflict and the girl.Not an ounce of originality is to be found in the film, which doesn't detract from the appeal of its ritualistic rigor. Men "back up" their insults. They "call each other out." A fist fight wrecks a saloon but nobody's nose. Carson City's leaders are dressed in stovepipe hats and fancy vests. The proletariat are dressed in plaid shirts and dusty ducks. Only Scott stands out in a color-coordinated outfit of dark blue with a decorative yellow kerchief around his neck, properly accessorized. Everybody except the wimps carries a gun on his hip wherever he goes.You must admire Randolph Scott. Here he is, fiftyish, fit and handsome and steely eyed. A man of honor. He strides when he walks. And he had a good career, mostly limited to making these mostly routine Westerns during the latter part of his career. "Routine" -- with some exceptions. Directed by Bud Boettiger or Sam Pekinpah he made something out of the otherwise routine. He acted until his line was about to run out, then retired, a very wealthy man, and devoted himself to golf until he died, with never a backward look towards Hollywood.Movies like this gave a lot of work to stunt men too, and they're quite a group. Not necessarily handsome, not necessarily big or muscular, they had solidarity and the courage to do a dangerous job. And although they considered themselves an elite group in the industry, they weren't afraid to hang around with the extras or crew of the lower orders. Good-natured and generous people. Some, a very few, went on to occasional supporting roles, like Dar Robinson and Yakima Canutt.The movie's an okay way to while away an hour and a half, unpretentious and undemanding, kind of like having your frontal lobes massaged.