Bone Tomahawk

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This film is so preposterous I hardly know where to begin.

First of all, we’re shown that the town of Hope Springs has a population of a couple hundred. More like a handful, from what we’re shown. The town seems completely empty. The sheriff wrangles up a posse of precisely four people to go chase down the savages that kidnapped the town doctor. Four. People.

Also, everything is too clean. The houses. The floors. The hats. The coats. The signs. Everything. They’re living in the middle of a dust bowl and there’s no dust on anything. Nothing in the town looks used or worn or lived in. It looks exactly like what it is – a set piece.

The actors and actress in Bone Tomahawk are completely wasted on two-dimensional, boring characters. Gruff sheriff? Check. Bumbling deputy? Check. Injured husband? Check. Badass, cold-hearted war veteran? Check. These characters never move beyond those cardboard stereotypes.

Can we also just talk about Arthur (Patrick Wilson) making a five day travel with a broken and infected leg? I mean, seriously? He would have been picked off by coyotes or bandits or whatever else as he was shambling around at night by himself. That’s not even mentioning the medical implications.

The script is absolutely, irredeemably horrible. Apparently, someone told S. Craig Zahler that subjecting audiences to inane conversations about reading in the bathtub and flea circuses was a good idea.

This film feels like it’s trying to be dark and grim and serious, but the absolute lack of quality in every other aspect undermines anything that is achieved through gore and violence.

I honestly cannot find anything to like about this film, and don’t understand how so many other people rate it highly.

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