A laughably bad flic If you need to watch the worst movies you've ever seen, be sure to include this one on your list! It seems to have been inspired by The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, but the only thing it shares with that movie are the words "The Treasure of" in the title. The acting ranges from bad to dreadful, the plot is so simplistic it might have come out of a middle school film class, and the photography and editing would have to be improved to rise to mediocrity. The music, at least as far as I was concerned, was passable in creating a nice western ambiance, and as a lover of the Arizona terrain, I enjoyed the scenery...which I noted from the credits was around the Carefree Resort, where my wife and I have stayed a number of times. It would be fun to do a "blooper" roll on this film, except it might be longer than the film itself. One standout boo-boo: after being savagely whipped, with her back covered in "blood," Rena Winters appears in a subsequent scene with a back as clean as a whistle and no signs of any blood--or even abuse--whatsoever. She does, however, retain her fake eyelashes throughout. The strangely named "Sally"--a psycho/cowboy--is the western version of Marty Feldman, and the main male lead, whose real name and character name I already forgot, sounds more like the Vice President of a New York advertising agency than a cowpoke in charge of a band of cowboy treasure hunters. All this notwithstanding, I found this to be a watchable film you will not have to do too much thinking about. Meryl Streep and Clint Eastwood need not worry about competition.