This is my type of movie! Burt Reynolds, Ennio Morricone soundtrack, guns, shooting ... really, I'm not that hard to please.
That said, why do so many movies fail to please me? All they need to do is throw in some gators, someone that can kick ass like Bronson or Statham, cut out most of the dialog, get a good composer to write some music, nix the romance subplot. Simple, right?
That trailer makes no sense.
I'm with Cullen on this one. Who needs sense?
They played that irritating "Navajo Joe" song throughout the movie and the song consisted of two words, "Navajo Joe, Navajo Joe, Navajo Joe, Navajo Joe, ..."I heard it for days in my head.
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