Come on, guys. This is about revenge. Which sense does it make to complain about prediction? Otherwise it wouldn't be revenge, right? This is a beautifully shot, well directed, superbly acted; violent western. Which difference does it make that the shooting has taken place in X, the actor is a citizen of Y & it meant to be in Z? Bullshit. This is packed with tense, action, drama & with the wild, wild west.
Crisp, beautiful high-contrast imagery and impressive work from Jeffery Dean Morgan, Johnathan Pryce, and, of course, the compulsively watchable Mads Mikkelsen elevate this conventional (and often quite nasty) old-school western, which is fast becoming one of my favourite no-frills genre films of its year.
Tiene un buen inicio. El reencuentro de una familia que se ve tempranamente obstruído, abre el tópico sobre el honor y la venganza. Este es corto, mas aplaza al mismo aunque llegando desde el otro lado. Es la pandilla que hostiga a un pueblo y castiga al "vengador". El filme se debilita para cuando llega el enfrentamiento final, uno que posee ciertos recursos poco verosímiles y de poca emoción. Lograda fotografía.
Spaghetti western in Danish shot in South Africa but meant to take place in Arizona (Monument Valley) or in Texas (Oil). Ghosh, I love Globalization and Co-productions! Pretty images coming straight from a European comic book like the one-dimensional characters. Already forgottten.
Levring moves a little closer to mainstream with this Western pastiche written by himself and Anders Thomas Jensen. No genre cliché is left unturned really but the film still works thanks to a fine pair of performances by Mads Mikkelsen and Mikael Persbrandt. These two epically mine masculinity playing brothers used up by war starting new lives in America running afoul of our villains. Nothing new here but earnest.
Baroque. A fancy way of saying silly. But not happily silly. Jonathan Pryce was clearly told not to be silly, which is unconscionable. Jeffrey Dean Morgan is silly in a way that is of no use to me or the movie. The way he is utilised is far and away the film's most fatal miscalculation. Eva Green is so serious about being silly that it is even more silly. She is the best part. I hate Mads. Hate his Danish guts.
A solid pastiche. Unfortunately, it never transcends homage. At times I believed it would, but it never quite takes that extra step into greener pastures. Nevertheless, the colour palette was beautiful - think old leather and denim, sun-bleached rocks and bubbling oil. Visually, the film was mostly interesting. The performances were satisfactory. The score was jangly. I expected more but wasn't totally disappointed.