“You had the juice, kid, but not the heart.”
Lee Marvin was made of flint, spitting out dialogue like his mouth was a nail gun.
That’s showcased beautifully in this fairly unknown tale of a train-riding hobo battling with a sadistic train conductor who has vowed to kill any man who tries to catch a ride without a ticket.
The hammer-wielding brute is Ernest Borgnine, big and beefy and full of bile, and the two silver screen titans match up well.
Battling for supremacy as the Great Depression provides the background, the duo brawl like wild animals.
Ride or die.
