So bad it's good?

This movie seems to be the repository of every Hollywood cliche. The sheriff is named Holmes--well at least his first name isn't Sherlock. I had to laugh until I was hurting when they hauled the body away in that station wagon, without even closing the doors on the back. I can just imagine some young child being emotionally scarred for life when this wagon goes through town, with the dead man's feet dangling out the back. And the guy in the wheelchair--too bad his arms didn't work, he should have had a white cat in his lap, petting it every time he said something foreboding. And as another poster has already said, matches and cigarette lighters cast flashlight-like beams. Oh, I almost forgot the dance scene. Where the sound of the dancers' shuffling feet was as loud as the music. Did they pour sand on the floor? Whoever did the lighting must have also been in charge of the sound. Don't forget the Indian character. Of course he was drunk, and it sounded like he went to the Jay Silverheels School of Acting. Are we supposed to think that in the mid-twentieth century American Indians still spoke like Tonto? So, is this just bad, or so bad it's good?

Nobody gets to be a cowboy forever.