Three hours and twenty minutes of what feels like unedited footage spliced together with no thought given to story arc or pacing. Some scenes are good, others are just. . . talk. Probably a decent idea in utero (show Wyatt Earp for the fascist paranoid he was — but, you know, with a “code”) and hire decent actors to do it. Location photography looks great, but it is pretty hard to fuck up the American southwest.