Yawn. Poorly Filmed Snooze Fest.

If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

The joyful confection is coated in a sparkly gloss, bright enough to gleam from the darkest, most cynical corners.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

William S. Hart's penultimate movie purports to be history. However, since he was a friend of Bat Masterson -- who first appeared as a movie character here -- and this was the first screen appearance of Hickok, we can see the skillful blending of fact and mythic archetype that Hart's movies made use of.At least we can see hints of it. The version screened today at New York's Museum of Modern Art timed in at 55 minutes, fifteen less than the credited time. It's clear that a big hunk of the middle, covering his time with Custer is gone, causing a bit of a plot hole.Looking at old movies, you get used to that, and in taking pleasure where you can. Here, it's in Joe August's camera work and Hart's usual fine job playing another version of the Good Bad Man, facing down true villains and leaving in just enough warts to let us know that people who are not even as good as we imagine ourselves, can be. If that be so, we can all be heroes.