A return to the old western formula by the hands of the experienced Walter Hill, who, at eighty years of age, is still writing and directing, and the roookie (in westerns I mean) Christoph Waltz, who produces and interprets, also counting on the charismatic Willem Defoe in the role of the villain.
Waltz does surprisingly well in the role of the bounty hunter, more Lee Van Cleef than Clint Eastwood, but still convincing. Also Willem Defoe is comfortable in the role of the gunslinger.
The problem is that the argument seems a little fragile, in the twists and turns that lead to a predictable ending, and also a bit politically correct, in the inclusion of suffragette women and emancipated blacks in the territory of overbearing Mexican landowners.
Sign of the times, even a western has to be inclusive and politically correct. But something is lost, with so much contemporaneity.
Waltz does surprisingly well in the role of the bounty hunter, more Lee Van Cleef than Clint Eastwood, but still convincing. Also Willem Defoe is comfortable in the role of the gunslinger.
The problem is that the argument seems a little fragile, in the twists and turns that lead to a predictable ending, and also a bit politically correct, in the inclusion of suffragette women and emancipated blacks in the territory of overbearing Mexican landowners.
Sign of the times, even a western has to be inclusive and politically correct. But something is lost, with so much contemporaneity.