When exactly did Hollywood decide that long, boring, pensive, brooding, silent spans of emptiness are somehow entertaining? Who declared that incessant, empty, dialogue-free voids are developing the story, and building the tension? I suffered through this pseudo-artsiness in Planet of the Apes, Blade Runner, and now this.
What a disappointment. I love Christian Bale. I love a good, dark western. But what the heck was this? Did it really take them longer than eight hours to write the screenplay? If so, why?
"Meh. I wanna be outta here by 5. Just toss in some "310 to Yuma," mix it up with some "Dances with Wolves," borrow those good parts from "Unforgiven" about how hard it is to kill a man, and...whoa! Look at the time! OK. Toss in about an hour's worth of people riding horses, and looking anxious around a campfire, and...I think we're just about done here."
Oh, and why does Fort Winslow look like a recently built subdivision?
Yet another Hollywood stinker. What a waste of some great actors.
What a disappointment. I love Christian Bale. I love a good, dark western. But what the heck was this? Did it really take them longer than eight hours to write the screenplay? If so, why?
"Meh. I wanna be outta here by 5. Just toss in some "310 to Yuma," mix it up with some "Dances with Wolves," borrow those good parts from "Unforgiven" about how hard it is to kill a man, and...whoa! Look at the time! OK. Toss in about an hour's worth of people riding horses, and looking anxious around a campfire, and...I think we're just about done here."
Oh, and why does Fort Winslow look like a recently built subdivision?
Yet another Hollywood stinker. What a waste of some great actors.