Redemption is hard when everyone dies. Understanding is impossible in the make believe world of 1892 when Comanches were actually no longer massacring white settlors. And forgiveness never really comes.
This fantasy Western does as much damage to the history of the West as the sanitized westerns which minimized the genocide of Native Americans and the cruelty and duplicity of the United States Government.
Even the ending is a cheat. Our now retired Army Captain finally gets on that train to join the heterogenous -- and fantasy -- family that unremitting human brutality has created.
The director thinks of himself as a modern John Ford. Not even close. He confuses the sluggish pace of his story telling, punctuated by five acts of horrendous violence -- for the pacing of Ford. Please. The director's hubris is pathetic.
Properly cut and tightened up, this would have been a tight 95 minute movie with the redeeming qualities it lacks in its lazy trot through the meadows of the foothills of the Rockies. As anything else it is pretentious and stultifying.
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