The trouble with watching most modern day westerns, with a few notable exceptions, is that they make you pine for the old days. This film is a case in point. After recently watching the diabolically bad recent western "Defiance", I was hoping for much better with "Age of the Gunslinger". Well, it was an improvement of sorts, but that is not saying much against possibly the worlds worst film. This is not a big budget film, which is apparent from early in the film. But a small budget does not prevent innovative directors from making a good film, just look at the little miracles that Budd Boetticher made in the late fifties and early sixties. But sadly the director Dean Alioto is no Boetticher, and although the film starts off reasonably enough, it rapidly nose dives like a meteor into possibly one of the most contrived and maudlin endings I have seen in a long time.
The film concerns a young boy whose church pastor father is shot by a local thug. When the killer gets away with this murder, the lad unable to carry out retribution runs away. In the subsequent Civil War and from further experiences as a bounty hunter, he learns the way of the knife and the gun. It is with revenge in his heart that he returns to the town of Legend, but his childhood sweetheart reminds him of his past teachings. Unfortunately his fathers murderer, who is now the town mayor, doesn't read his bible or fight to Marquess of Queensbury rules. Things become very complicated, and rather inevitably violent for our young hero.
The early part of the film is full of interesting possibilities, with the boys religious background perhaps conflicting with his natural desire to exact vengeance. But this theme of the struggle between vengeance and forgiveness is never fully explored, sadly wasting what was a golden opportunity. Instead the film rapidly descends into silly oblivion. There is a friendship between our hero and a Navajo Indian brother and sister, that is included for no reason whatsoever. Perhaps the director was running out of ideas and thought it was time to bring in the Indians as back up. The ending then unashamedly borrows from a rather famous Ridley Scott film, with a sickly and catastrophic result. The only redeeming feature is Angus MacFadyen, who does a rather amusing Marlon Brando impersonation as the chief heavy. The rest of the acting is pale in comparison. This is poor fare in comparison to recent westerns like "Open Range" and "The assassination of Jesse James etc etc". If you like quality westerns this is probably best avoided. The search continues!