This love letter to the wild, wild west of pre-Birth of a Nation filmmaking is a little cheesy, but if you can handle the wooden acting (or tell yourself it is done on purpose) you can have a fabulous time.
It’s funny – Bogdanovich has such a horrible reputation for his lesser known work – but I’ve never disliked anything I’ve seen by him. (That said, I haven’t seen ’em all.)
