This movie stank about as much as the backside pictured above.
Any movie in which someone (who isn’t named Zorro) summons their horse with a whistle while riding a train is LAME. Especially when that’s the end of the movie. And the someone was the bad guy. And the good guy is laying dead on the ground next to the train. After being shot in the back. Bad Form.
Oh yeah… the pegleg guy (who can ride horses, jump rooftops, and never reload) apparently shoots dynamite instead of skeet. Left handed. Gangster style.
I would have rather watched Solaris again. Yes AGAIN. Or how Stella Got Her Groove Back. I’ll probably feel different in the morning.
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Or Cinema Paradiso