I've had such a soft spot for this film since its original release. A unique take on frontier survival, destiny, and the American ethos rounded out by some good performances, beautiful locations, and a delightfully oddball tone. The soundtrack is simply brilliant. It's a shame it suffered so much at the hands of studios, because if it were made now it would be very talked about.
The bones of a good movie are here, supported by a few tasty performances, a savory score, and the delightful confection of credibly period accurate (though a bit overly flambéed) sets. Sadly, the hearty bones and tasty toppings are unfulfilled by the undercooked meat. The courses are served at too slow a pace, and the most interesting and tasty ingredients are dispensed w http://letterboxd.com/mharbour/films/diary/
Quite obviously, there is the violent and gory subtext of the consumerism that America is built on... and it is worthy of Romero-style-glorification. But beyond that is a very human and complex characterization of Pearce's character, a man who thinks of himself as a coward for living with blood all over him and proves himself a hero for rejecting life by rejecting blood simultaneously. A great film unjustly ignored
Handsomely mounted sick joke of a campfire story, anchored by two exceptional performances--Robert Carlyle at his best, veering from tormented to debonair to a hungry animal, and Guy Pearce playing against type as a cowardly reluctant hero, with a terrific score courtesy of Albarn and Nyman.