I wouldn't describe this movie as great, or even good. Duncan (as played by James C. Duncan) is something of an enigma. He seems a good man, but the smoke from his lungs seem to indicate something sinister.
The chair is something we have seen several times before from this director. The constant rocking has become burdensome no matter what his inane 'symbolism' or 'catch' may be. We get it, you were beaten badly in hopscotch as a child and must avenge the wrong done to you!
I also find it hard to believe that Duncan would have risked using his pipe while driving the horse through San Francisco. Though the stunts were well done, I find it hard to believe a horse could jump from one cabin to another over flaming windmills with three broken legs.
It's all just too much.
The chair is something we have seen several times before from this director. The constant rocking has become burdensome no matter what his inane 'symbolism' or 'catch' may be. We get it, you were beaten badly in hopscotch as a child and must avenge the wrong done to you!
I also find it hard to believe that Duncan would have risked using his pipe while driving the horse through San Francisco. Though the stunts were well done, I find it hard to believe a horse could jump from one cabin to another over flaming windmills with three broken legs.
It's all just too much.