A really interesting and complex take on the sunset of the Wild West, encapsulated in the struggle between two men: one youngish, one oldish; one used to be an outlaw and now is the law, the other the opposite. Oh, and more boobs than lines for the women in this movie, although there is a really badass gunslinger lady in probably the best scene.

A flawed masterpiece, it may just turn out to be my favorite of the "last westerns" (by which I mean that subgenre of westerns that details, either through plot or style, the end of that era). The story could be described as "a man who doesn't want to run is chased by a man who doesn't want to catch him", and is a gorgeously apocalyptic vision of the West. Here is a Old West that has grown into a static and aimless wasteland where one simply waits to die. In a way, it's a tragic parody of the classic western. I can't get Bob Dylan's score out of my head, and Slim Pickens' death immediately went to my list of favorite death scenes. In the end, it's really about Garrett killing the best part of himself, and if it makes the movie sound poetic, it is.

"Keep the change Bob."