When I came across the trailer to this movie, I had never heard of Barry Brown. Between the tragic story of his real life, the rumor that the rock band named itself after this movie (not true), and the fact that I watched 67-year-old Jeff Bridges in a movie last night, I felt compelled to watch Bad Company.
I must say, it's a bit of a treat. Don't get me wrong, it hasn't aged very well, but this is such a charming acid Western (with the exception of one scene that suffers for its realism... and actually was real) it's hard not to like it. Bad Company definitely suffers from "too many bullets in the gun" syndrome and the film score - however highly-regarded when the movie was new - is distracting as Hell, but overall it's a fun movie to watch. 23-year-old Bridges, Brown, and pretty much everyone else fit their roles almost perfectly.
Part of me thinks this should've been an R-rated effort. Really, most of me thinks this, but maybe they'll up the ante if they ever do a remake. All of me thinks this deserves a remake.