I'm a big movie fan and a big Paul Newman fan, so how come I'd never heard of this film until I ran across it on TV the other night? It was made in 1976, is directed by the great Robert Altman, stars one of the biggest names in Hollywood, co-stars fellow Hollywood legends, Burt Lancaster and Harvey Keitel, yet it's virtually unknown. I guess the reason lies in the other two reviews it's received here. It's not quite what you'd expect of a Paul Newman movie. It's quirky, strange, oblique, troubling, funny and dark. This Buffalo Bill is no hero, instead he's a self-promoting charlatan with a sexual fetish for female opera singers. This is not your average cowboy movie. At the heart of the film is an intelligent, tragi-comic meditation on the nature of stardom and the triumph of image over reality. Newman is, therefore, ideally cast as the blustering braggart Buffalo Bill, fixing his blonde wig in the mirror. He's baffled that the Indians in his show are unwilling to cooperate in his self-delusion by parodying themselves for entertainment. He doesn't see the problem. Burt Lancaster is excellent as the laconic commentator behind the scenes who is excluded precisely because he knows the real Bill. If you like films that are a long way out of the ordinary and that aren't afraid to be ironic and laconic, give this one a try. You never know, you might love it as much as I do. I'm delighted to now own it on dvd, complete with extras, including a featurette, 'From the Prairie to the Palace.'