Sadly, the turnout for Mary's renaissance has lagged. Six people saw the show Wednesday afternoon, and when a six-year-old got bored and started crying (too much R2-D2) he and his father walked out. So you can scoff, if you must. But you can also swallow a spoonful of sugar or say Supercalifragilistic-expialadocious. Go see it, spit spot. Very well. Carry on.

Bronco Billy Directed by Clint Eastwood At the Beacon Hill

THIS AIN'T what the wild, wild west was ever like. And it sure ain't what Clint Eastwood has ever been like.

Bronco Billy McCoy, shoe salesman and excon late of New Jersey, drives a panel truck and ambles through Idaho and Montana in search of friendly territory. Billy and his motley crew--a doctor without a doctor's license, an Indian who plays with rattlesnakes and a trick ropester who ran away from the army--make up the "best in the west" wild west show. Followed by two trucks, a horse trailer and a red convertible with pearl-handled revolvers for door handles, Billy leads his cavalry in search of orphanages, mental institutions and anywhere else they can find a crowd.

But life isn't terrific for Bronco Billy: crowds are small, his crew mutinous, and his assistants keep running off when they get throwing knives in their legs and their butts banged on the ground. The ropester gets himself arrested, the Indian's squaw gets herself pregnant and the Bronco Billy tent gets itself burned to the ground. Meanwhile, a young woman named Antoinette Lily gets herself dumped by her husband of 12 hours (who is actually after her money because Lily, you see, is actually a rich heiress from New York) and is forced to take up with the show.

Bronco Billy as you might have gathered, is not your average Western. Clint Eastwood has worn many chaps in his time, but while Bronco Billy may be a high plains drifter in search of a fistful of dollars, he is also pretty damn good--and not the least bit bad or ugly. Billy, you see, wants everybody to think that he's an all-American guy and he's forever thanking the lil pardners and telling them to say their prayers before they hit the hay. But don't let all the saccharine on the surface spoil it for you--there's a lot more depth in this film than in anything Eastwood has done. When he pulls out his gun, more often than not, he's aiming at plates and profits--not people.