Didn't co-writer Neal McDonough notice all the scenes where he needed dialogue, but instead just sat there twiddling his fingers or looking out into space? I actually felt bad that Christiane Seidel's character was yacking away non stop telling her story without any participation from McDonough to assist or compliment her dialogue.
Then you have co-writer and director Derek Presley who just kept the film rolling in those awkward long and dragged out scenes. Seriously, amateur hour writing and directing.
I'm a fan of McDonough, and although when he actually acted (instead of being quiet and twiddling his thumbs looking spaced out), he was good, but when you add the other cliched stereotype characters and their dialogue, everything just went downhill. Even Tommy Flanagan was stale and difficult to understand. The most annoying character though, was Christina Ochoa as Emilia, who's tough-girl act was phony, and as ridiculous as her random verbal diarrhea in another language (the viewer is expected to understand?).
To make matters worse, there was nothing new in this story that's been done many times over, starting in the 80's, and done much better, even back then. The pacing was horrible, and when added to the suspenseless, plot-hole-riddled writing and directing, the normally comfortable 95 min runtime felt endless. There was maybe 5 minutes of some sort of action towards the end, but that's it. Everything else was tumbleweed rolling by the deserted saloon town.
It's too bad, because even as cliched at this was, it could've so easily been much better had the right director and writers been hired. The best qualities were the very good and fitting score (surprising for a B film), and some decent cinematography and landscape shots. It's a generous 5/10 from me.
