Film

Son of Paleface

Name: Son of Paleface
Genre: Comedy, Western
Released: 1952
Cast: Bob Hope, Jane Russell, Roy Rogers, Bill Williams, Lloyd Corrigan

Comedy western
Parody
Light-hearted

A 1952 comedy western where Bob Hope inherits a gold mine and chaos ensues. Hope mugs and wisecracks his way through slapstick confrontations with outlaws, Jane Russell smoulders as a charming con artist, and Roy Rogers shows up on horseback. It's pure vaudeville energy transplanted to the frontier—broad, fast, silly, and entirely unashamed of either.

TMDb rating

3.2

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