La donna camaleonte

I was inspired to write this review by an amazing sequence in which we cut to a coyote unearthing a human arm in the desert, followed by a man on horseback coming across the scene...only for the coyote to be absent entirely. No signs of the coyote's presence are anywhere to be found. This is the most narratively expedient animal in the history of cinema. It gets in, does its job (unearthing a body) and gets out very efficiently. The guy on horseback doesn't even have to fire a shot from his pistol (I assume he has one--we're in a state full of chameleons, after all) to scare the pest-predator away from the body.

Whose body is it? I don't know. I don't care, either. Maybe if they'd put some effort into telling the story, that would be different. There's a token plot but it's like Roadhouse meets mid-season 2 Twin Peaks: nothing really happens, but there's a lot of horny barfights.