What to expect of a film titled The Cheyenne Social Club, starring Jimmy Stewart and directed by Gene Kelly? Certainly not a semi-comedy about a roughneck who inherits a whorehouse from his brother. This western oddity is a sort of feel-good rendition of Unforgiven, with less of a body count. When poor, yokelish Jimbo inherits the titular "social club," he's at a loss of what to do. Obviously working the skin trade is not quite his bag, and seeing a classic nice guy like Stewart handle this moral crisis is quite amusing, at least for a while. Ultimately the film is pretty fluffy, but it's not the worst western I've seen by far.