Never mind the story about Billy the Kid, Doc Holliday, and Pat Garrett -- this western (the second and final film Howard Hughes directed) is about one thing: Jane Russell. Hughes' five-year battle with the censors to get The Outlaw released is well documented in The Aviator, thanks to Hughes's envelope-pushing when it came to Russell's impressive cleavage, on display in nearly every scene she's in. The film would be G-rated today, but at the time, that hint of skin was enough to send people scampering for a little water to put on their brow. Russell hadn't really come into her own as an actress, either -- here she sneers through the entire film -- but as a physical presence, wow, Russell certainly makes an impression. If you catch my drift.