Oh dear, oh dear - could it be that, yet again, the closeted community of film critics has missed the point entirely? Fulminous rumblings about historical innaccuracy are magnificently irrelevant when applied to this film, which seems not so much a Western or a straightforward action movie as an earnest attempt to create the first true 'steampunk' film. For those who don't know, or simply don't care, about science fiction (and shame upon you, you staid stay-at-homes), 'steampunk' is a label popularly applied to recent works of fiction that take the essence of 'cyberpunk' (outlandish hi-tech, meganational companies and conspiracies, and hard-as-nails streetwise lead characters) and transplant it into the latter half of the nineteenth century. It's often a joy to see how 'steampunk' writers rise to the challenge of rebuilding (or is that prebuilding?) technology that we take for granted today with the science and resources available a century ago. 'Wild Wild West' satisfies. The trick of using Leonardo daVinci's sketches is an old one, but a particular delight is the scene in which Artemus Gordon makes literal use of the old adage that a dead man's retinas will retain the last image he sees. And if you were expecting the plot to be given to you on a plate, why didn't you buy one of the swathes of dreary romantic comedies or monotonous 'hi-octane' thrillers that pollute the shelves of your local video store? 'Wild Wild West' is for thinkers, dreamers, and above all those who can appreciate a little imagination.