Sing, Cowboy, Sing (1937) – A weird little gem for a rainy tuesday

Alright, so let’s talk Sing, Cowboy, Sing. It’s one of those westerns you’ve probably skimmed past a zillion times on some dodgy dvd-stand at a loppis out in Västerås and just thought, “nä, probably just dusty old yanks singing at horses.” Well, you’re kinda right, but it’s somehow stranger (and a bit more charming) than that.

Tex Ritter is the big star here, and yeah, he’s got that classic smooth cowboy voice that could sweet-talk a fencepost. White Hat and guitar in hand, he rides in like he owns all of Colorado, and maybe he does. The director, Robert N. Bradbury, is a real workhorse too – think of him sort of like Arne Mattsson, just but with more desert and less existential brooding.

The plot? Oh, it’s simple as a kåldolme: Tex ends up in the middle of a mail coach stick-up, sings a tune or two, and somehow solves crime faster than I can microwave a Billys Panpizza. There’s Al St. John too, doing his usual comic relief which is hit and miss – sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you just wanna go boil some kaffe.

Funny thing – when I was a kid, my old morfar loved these sorts of films. He’d put one on, mumble about real men and “riktiga hästar”, then promptly fall asleep during the gunfight. I still remember the smell of his pipa filling the room. Brings me back, actually.

Look, is it high art? Nä, not exactly. But there’s a coziness here. Like eating korv med bröd on a cold November night. Put it on when you want something low-key and goofy, or you just wanna hear Tex sing about lost dreams and lonesome trails. Se den och skratta lite åt all enkelhet.

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