Yep, it's ANOTHER Clint Eastwood Western. Typecast? HIM? NEVER! In this one though, he actually has a name. And he has a lot to say for himself. Some things never change though... he likes a drink, he barely misses with his rifle and he gets all the girls, he gets all the girls (Calvin Harris reference there, music fans). Twisted loyalties abound too, who will he support... Some Mexican revolutionaries who have been cheated out of land, or a tycoon and his men who are willing to shoot innocent people to get their hands on them? Hmm... I don't think I'll need Ask The Audience for this one...
Clint's screen presence is as palpable as ever, even when the rest of the plot is just going through the motions. The highlight is the hi-jacking of a train which crashes through some suspiciously thin wood so Eastwood can get at some evil guys in a saloon; aside from that, it's all rather generic. That's not to say it's bad, but it's hardly going to join his pantheon of Western classics like The Good, The Bad And The Ugly or Unforgiven. Still, perfect for a Sunday afternoon. After a full roast, of course. 6/10
Clint's screen presence is as palpable as ever, even when the rest of the plot is just going through the motions. The highlight is the hi-jacking of a train which crashes through some suspiciously thin wood so Eastwood can get at some evil guys in a saloon; aside from that, it's all rather generic. That's not to say it's bad, but it's hardly going to join his pantheon of Western classics like The Good, The Bad And The Ugly or Unforgiven. Still, perfect for a Sunday afternoon. After a full roast, of course. 6/10