The times of the gold rush: Jack Smith (Johnny Quinn) and Tubby (David
Roberts) have to skip town on the rather sudden, Jack because he tried to
con everyone out of everything, Tubby because he killed a man for having
sex with his prostitute lover - and since people back there and then
weren't exactly of a forgiving nature, those wronged by Jack and Tubby
form a lynch mob in no time to go after them. Thank God then that our
heroes have a head-start of aout a day or so ... On their way to
God-knows-where, Jack and Tubby stumble upon a prospector (Robert Nolan)
who's dying but who has actually found gold. With his dying breath, he
asks our heroes to give him a Christian burial and hand the gold over to
his wife - he even gives them the location of his claim in exchange. But
once he has passed on, neither Jack nor Tubby feel the urge to dig a hole
for the body, build a cross or visit the prospector's wife - rather they
decide to check out his goldmine right away and get silly rich in the
process. Too bad then that the prospector died on Indian ground, and if
you have ever seen the average of one horror film, you probably knows what
that means ... The Prospector's Curse is above all else
one thing: Fun! Caught somewhere between an EC
Comics-style cautionary tale, a spaghetti Western and comedy à la
Laurel
and Hardy, this film tells an entertaining little tale that
easily balances slapstick and the macabre, that might be somewhat
predictable but tells its story in an original way, is beautifully filmed
and profits from a subtle direction that doesn't go just for cheap jokes. Seriously,
this is a fun quarter of an hour! Recommended.
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