Execrable Formulaic Vapid Dreck

Rating: 1/10 (13 January 2008)

Pure unadulterated trash. A transcendent existentialist cowboy who experiences a moral epiphany while practicing yoga and sipping herbal tea. A cloying, emotionally manipulative movie of the very worst kind; topped off with the requisite sickly, saccharine sweet 'giddy-up horsey' ending.
The script was littered with modern-day idioms and, for a period western, it was cringingly ridiculous. So many glaring anomalies: our one-legged hero, fitted with what must have been a crude, artificial limb, having the speed and agility in dragging his prisoner across rooftops, leaping from building to building, dodging bullets meant for him, but conjoined to his captive like a Siamese twin. Seriously, this one-legged superhero was so spry he'd qualify to enter the 200-metre hurdle event at next year's Olympic Games. Right 'down' there with The Green Mile and The Shawshank Redemption. Meant to entertain the undiscerning, uncritical, gullible, and vacuous movie-goer. Junk heaped upon junk.