The Burning Hills (Warner) is luridly ballyhooed as the love story of "the mixed-up girl and the awkward kid. Maria was a teenager who'd run in the wrong direction . . . and had never run into anyone like him." But adolescents who run to the theater expecting to see a hot-rod drama packed with jive-talking juveniles are due for a letdown. Burning Hills is simply one more version of the venerable western about the mean old rancher out gunning for the squatters who are fencing off the open range. The six-shooters bang, the...
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