"The Ransom" has a great basic premise, about a lone (wannabe?) native American who kills random rich people with his crossbow and threatens to continue until the corrupt landowners in his county pay him $3,000,000. "The Ransom" also has an ensemble cast that is every B-movie fanatic's dream come true, including Oliver Reed, John Ireland, Paul Kelso, James Mitchum, and Stuart Whitman. Put two and two together and you've got an unhinged 70s action/exploitation classic, you'd think, but somehow this film is only mediocre. Not great, certainly not bad, ...just mediocre.

None of the characters are particularly memorable. Reed, as the hired hunter, isn't the eccentric or relentless psychopath he could have been in a role like this. Whitman, as the leader of the rich pack, is a jerk but not the loathsome creep he could - and should - have been. And something similar can be said about all characters. Deborah Raffin, the only woman in the cast, got the worst deal. Her character is docile, naïve, and redundant. The script is severely lacking as well. Reed and C° hunt for loony Kelso, but they don't really have a plan. So, the latter just hides out in the desert, or in Whitman's giant mansion, or within the crowd during the town's folk festival, and occasionally shoots a few arrows in people's stomachs. Still though, it's enjoyable 70s guff, with a handful of cool scenes and a neat soundtrack.