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Rented from Netflix: Western by Howard Hughes, made in 1941, recalled in 1943 by censors, not widely released until 1950.

Starring Jane Russell's boobs.

The plot itself revolves around three triangles. The three objects of contention are a horse, Jane Russell (or perhaps just her boobs; this is unclear), and a Sheriff that Doc Holiday is friends with. It starts off quite well, then has some nice cleavage shots in the middle (nothing you couldn't see on Charmed now, but this was 1941), then starts getting all melodramatic towards the end.

Also has music that sounds much like it was done by the Bugs Bunny Orchestra.

Kind of a weird movie, worth a rental if you enjoy Westerns and boobs. Or the historical role of boobs in American entertainment... which was my main motivation for seeing it.