Two-Fisted Law (1932) – Cowboys, Colts and Clark Gable with his Pre-Moustache Face

So yeah… I watched *Two-Fisted Law* again last night. It’s one of those ancient flicks you’d usually catch on a Sunday afternoon if SVT runs outta Bergman re-runs. But don’t let the 1932 release scare you off – this one’s got a young, ridiculously handsome Clark Gable before the moustache became law. Seriously, you almost don’t recognise him. No stache… no Rhett Butler swagger yet, but it’s all brewing in there.

It’s directed by D. Ross Lederman, who honestly pumped out Westerns like pressbyrån sells kanelbullar – basic, dependable, and somehow charming. Gable’s got support from Tim McCoy and the always oddly likable Ward Bond, who looks like he was born 45 years old.

The plot? Look, it’s YOUR classic cattle lands + trouble + fists + friendship-with-honour-betrayal-and-redemption stew. McCoy’s character ends up wrongly accused, of course. Gable’s the shady-but-honourable pal. Guns go boom, horses run real fast, dusty small towns, and more squinty stares than a blekinge midsummer party where no one brought sill.

Okay but… why do I still kinda love it?

Now here’s my strange connection – my farfar (grandad) had this grainy VHS with like four cowboy films taped in the 80s off TV1000. I must’ve been 11? He’d watch them only on stormy nights. “För cowboys passar bäst när åskan mullrar,” he’d say. This one stuck with me ‘cause of the way Gable punched a guy *and then tipped his hat.* Classy violence.

Sure, it’s clunky. Dialogue falls flat sometimes, and well, it’s whiter than a midsommarbord. But there’s something pure about its bold simplicity. No frills. Just stare-downs, dusty moral dilemmas and one epic horse chase that still hits, 90 years later.

So yeah, it’s creaky old Hollywood. But the charm? It somehow survives… like my farfar’s snusbox – dented, dusty, but still full of kick.

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