Nothing to "Crowe" about here.

Rating: 1/10 (22 October 2007)

Where's Glenn Ford when you need him? Man, this film is a stinker.
I fault myself for going to see this picture. I should have known better, but I'm a sucker for westerns; always have been. I keep hoping Hollywood will actually turn out another good one. Yea, right. Like they'll finally come to their senses and make a horse opera to equal Red River, The Man From Laramie, Shane, or Hondo.
I'm sure that most people who read reviews of this bust-out flick will read many more reviews than this one, so I'll leave it to the other honest reviewers to point out the many flaws in the story line and just plain insults to the intelligence of the audience.
Hollywood really needs to get over itself, and that surely includes Russell Crowe. He wastes a lot of time promoting the politically correct Hollywood agenda of trying to make bad guys look like good guys and good guys look like bad guys.
Crowe's gun is called "The Hand of God" and has a Crucifix on the handle. Yes Catholics, a Crucifix not just a cross. You're treated to a long camera shot of the handle just to make sure you get it.
He quotes scripture like he was vomiting curse words, he verbally spits on Christianity and Christians in general and makes sure that Jesus gets the "Hollywood Required" dose of ridicule. What cowardly tripe. The Duke would eat this guy for lunch.
The ending of the film is absolutely unbelievable. There was no satisfactory wrap up, just a complete unraveling of any pretense of a sensible story line.
P. T. Barnum was right. I sure felt like a sucker after wasting my time on this one.
Suffice to say that the best thing you could do is rent a copy of the original, take it home, pop some Redenbacher's and enjoy watching a real western.