blew. big. chunks.
Where to start, where to start...?
Had some hopes for this one after seeing the commercials, but boy...if you haven't already seen it, please, don't waste a couple hours of your life. Knowing you didn't will take some of the sting out of my own wasted hours.
Just a few sample things that any decent scriptwriter would've known not to do:
1. As Hitchcock would've put it, this film is all about cheap mystery, not suspense; it simply withholds information from the audience to keep them waiting until the end. If you haven't read about the distinction between mystery and suspense in Truffaut's book-length interview of Hitch, do yourself a favor and read the whole book. Now _that_ would be time well spent.
2. Brosnan runs into the woods, lays a trap (I guess) for his pursuers by making a fire and lurking outside the reach of the light, back in the trees. So what do the expert trackers do? Why, walk right up to the fire--in the only place they'd be easily visible in the entire forest--and sit there waiting for Brosnan to come back (they think), when even if things had been exactly as they believed, he'd have spotted them a hundred yards away. Uh-huh.
3. Just before that, when Brosnan holes up for the night at a cabin where he's taken prisoner, sort of, but also taken care of after trying to steal a horse, the man of the house comes home and is furious. Man tells Brosnan that up in the high country, a man without a horse is a dead man. Brosnan insists he was going to pay for the horse, and is still willing to pay. Man says, oh, yeah? Well, if you have all that money, why don't you just walk on down to the closest town? That's right, friends. Ten seconds ago I was telling you how you're dead if you don't have a horse. Now I'm asking this guy why he doesn't just walk. Not only that, I'm making some connection nobody understands about how having gold coins makes it more feasible for him to walk on. What?
4. Clearly knowing what kind of person Neeson is and what he's capable of, Brosnan holds the lone remaining co-tracker of Neeson's in front of him as a hostage. About the time I'm thinking "Why would Brosnan think Neeson wouldn't just shoot the guy himself? Why would he think Brosnan would want to keep this guy alive so badly that he'd let the object of his obsession (Brosnan) go to preserve his (the compatriot's) life?", Neeson shoots the guy in the chest. Well, duh. Yeah.
5. Inexplicably, Anjelica Huston (who obviously needs to pay the rent, along with Brosnan and Neeson, I guess) shows up in the middle of a big dry lake bed. Brosnan, covered in dirt and looking desperate, walks up to her wagon. She says she'll give him one bullet in trade for his horse. Yeah? Hey, lady, how about I take your bullet, then steal your wagon and both horses, because I'm trying to save my life here? Are you freaking kidding me? I'm going to trade away my horse for one bullet, let you drive happily away, and then go on trudging in the desert, near death? Shyeah. That's gonna happen. Just to double up on the stupidity, she makes a similar deal with Neeson's character, who also obliges her by not yanking her off the wagon and stealing everything she has, or at the very least holding her hostage long enough to get a ride on the damn wagon. I mean, seriously.
OK, I have now spent way too much time on this steaming pile of cinematic doo-doo. Really. The only reason I'm doing it is that it actually makes me furious to think about the arrogance of a project like this, all the money that went into it, the ready-made venue (AMC), etc.--as if you can forget about a script or any sense of comprehensibility or plausibility of storyline, if you just spend enough money on the other stuff.
And by the way: How does Wes Studi's Native American character have the Cherokee look (hat and pipe) out there in the middle of a Western desert?
The whole thing is preposterous, irritating, and arrogant--a story full of holes, trying to drive itself along purely on withholding information from the audience and spending loads of cash on star power. Phffffft. Save your time, trust me.