The idealistic lifestyle of an old West farmer, his Indian wife and half-breed son, who narrates the tale, is disrupted when his grandfather, an old gunslinger, shows up on the farm. ... See full summary »
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The idealistic lifestyle of an old West farmer, his Indian wife and half-breed son, who narrates the tale, is disrupted when his grandfather, an old gunslinger, shows up on the farm. Although looking to retire, the family is not happy with his return, given his past lifestyle and mistreatment of his family. Things get worse when another gunfighter shows up and terrorizes the town, trying to force the father into a gun fight. Written by
John Sacksteder <jsackste@bellsouth.net>
Beginning with his first line of dialogue, one hopes that the main character (Leonardo Pieraccioni) will get shot. The kid is tedious. Keitel can't do anything with the script (and you can't blame him for not really trying). I don't understand the complaints about Bowie ... he's cliché, and the accent is horrid, but his scenes are the only ones offering any semblance of entertainment.
But it's the dialogue, story, and main actor that kill the film. The main characted give his lines in English, but has clearly been dubbed by a native speaker (unfortunately, not an actor). To call the result "wooden" would give ply-wood a bad name. Attempts to reclassify it as a some sort of intentionally pastiche cult comedy are wishful thinking. Not that the film doesn't inspire a degree of laughter ...
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Beginning with his first line of dialogue, one hopes that the main character (Leonardo Pieraccioni) will get shot. The kid is tedious. Keitel can't do anything with the script (and you can't blame him for not really trying). I don't understand the complaints about Bowie ... he's cliché, and the accent is horrid, but his scenes are the only ones offering any semblance of entertainment.
But it's the dialogue, story, and main actor that kill the film. The main characted give his lines in English, but has clearly been dubbed by a native speaker (unfortunately, not an actor). To call the result "wooden" would give ply-wood a bad name. Attempts to reclassify it as a some sort of intentionally pastiche cult comedy are wishful thinking. Not that the film doesn't inspire a degree of laughter ...