Lousy excuse for a western. The protagonist is hard to like at all, and his Grandfather, Harvey Keitel as Johhny Lowden, is misused and colorless. The worst part of the whole script is how a tribe of Native Americans sit at their village and wait for the village news carrier come and tell everyone of the arrival of Johnny Lowden and then David Bowie's character (one of the worst characters I've ever seen). The village never does anything but be a sounding board and then parties after the bad guy is dead, and one must wonder why the hell do they care? When the town elder foretells the future of the two meeting, it's laughable. Guess why they call it a comedy. The town loon is a poorly developed character who looses a chance to be of much value except at the end. Even Harvey Keitel finds it hard to fake laughter at the conclusion.
The western genre is not dead, but this poor excuse for a story should have been a "pass" and never green-lighted.
The western genre is not dead, but this poor excuse for a story should have been a "pass" and never green-lighted.