Pierce Brosnan. Liam Neeson. Big beards. The Rockies. Surely nothing can go wrong...
This revenge western starts with a shot and then the protagonists don't stop running and riding for the next two hours, though you'll be wishing for your dear life that they would.
It would be pointless to start cataloguing the dozens of points at which the viewer is asked to provide a helping hand to a plot which actually becomes amusing in its cack-handedness, stumbling from one implausibility to the next. Not that this would matter so much if there was actually a point to any of it, besides showing us a fair percentage of the land area of the western States in handsome pans. Belatedly, after a succession of hope-dashing false denouements, Von Ancken decides to wedge in some ridiculous allegorical figures (yes, Anjelica Huston does turn up eventually, albeit long after the whole shebang has already turned into a cartoon) and thereby sloppily paste on the moral of the story. But what do I know.
3/10
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