Though the metaphysical overtones of the screenplay are sometimes awkwardly handled and Eastwood's direction of actors (other than himself) is occasionally uncertain, this was one of the better American films of 1985.

Pale Rider does nothing to disprove the wisdom that this genre is best left to the revival houses. A double feature of Shane and Eastwood's High Plains Drifter will do just fine, thanks.

It's all been seen before, but Eastwood serves it up with authority, fine craftsmanship and a frequent sense of fun.

The revenge formula is dependable, with obvious antagonists who require a special kind of cinematic justice.