Too much of everything

it is finally so absorbing because it plays like a lyrical road odyssey that’s also a detective story.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

Blistering performances.

Plot won't break any new ground, but dialogue and character development are inch perfect. Another great film starring Patrick Wilson, the most underrated actor in the business.

Don't allow yourself to be fooled by how exceptional a job this film does in slow-playing the viewer, as it is reminiscent for pilots, of an almost uneventful 100 minute flight that, ends up hobbling it's way through the final 33-minutes, of some of the worse unknown turbulence & thunderstorms ever survived aerodynamically. [And, casting Kurt Russel as the quintessential, badass lawman, only helps aid & abet the audience in dozing off]

Definitely different from most run of the mill revenge Western, but too many lagging parts. Majority of the movie is the 'trip' itself. In addition, one of the characters could give Jar-Jar Blinks a run for the money in needless, annoying talking.Not really horror because there are not any scares or monsters or similar.

Now y'all know westerns are my least favourite type of film. I find them slow, monotonous, boring and unmemorable. They just don't appeal to me. Suffice to say, I am pleasantly surprised by this. A drifter desecrates an ancient burial ground that belongs to a cannibalistic tribe. Captured by the local sheriff, a young woman is abducted in the crossfire and it's up to some residents to rescue her. We've got horses aplenty. Desolate wasteland landscapes. Enough facial hair and hats to supply a drag cabaret show. And...we have a scene where a guy is stripped, scalped and ferociously sliced in half. What. The. Actual. Flip? I loved the third act. Adored it even. It felt fresh, exciting and packed full of grit. The practical makeup effects were flawless, looked incredibly natural. So realistic and extreme, that I squirmed not once, not twice but thrice! The sheer brutality and gore is something you would find in a Tarantino flick. I found the acting to be rather good actually. Kurt Russell and Patrick Wilson held the film together, but the stand out was Richard Jenkins who I didn't even recognise. Fantastic makeup. Matthew Fox also delivered a good performance. The characters themselves were not always interesting or captivating, but their interactions with each other felt authentic. The occasional banter assists in the surprising comedic undertone within the screenplay. A noteworthy directorial debut from Zahler. However, as with all westerns in my opinion, the pace is like a rollercoaster. A ten second kill is followed by ten minutes of wandering the wilderness. A one minute stand off is followed by a ten minute camping story. Exciting, boring, compelling, uninteresting. It might just be me and my dislike towards these films, but the first two acts couldn't escape the inconsistent pacing that is all too typical from westerns. Having said that, Bone Tomahawk is intelligent in its execution. The bloody third act alone saves this from being forgettable.