Dwight Yoakam has a cowboy hat on (shock horror) in this cliche-ridden snorefest, and the moment I saw his vexing, talentless chops I knew this movie would be shite. The stinking screenplay underpins an acting troupe from Hell. The wee kid in this is so annoying I was praying that the chicken ate him.
Funny moment was Clint rejecting the advances of a hooker because he has better things to do. I had better things to do, also, so made the executive decision to terminate the 48 minutes I endured of this terrible flick and proceeded to go for a dump.
Rubbish.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 