Recollection from circa 1943
The year was 1943 or '44 and I was five or six. My classmate's big sister had seen The Outlaw in Manhattan. Uncut. and although the previews informed us that the big bedroom scene would be blacked out, we still were nervously anticipating the big event. As promised, when Jane Russell was getting in to bed with Billy the Kid to cure what ailed him, the screen went dark.
That was the only time I saw The Outlaw. Would I watch it again? I'm not sure. Maybe I'd prefer to remember it with the uncritical eye of the six-year-old.
Steve