Kind of resembling a Cormack McCarthy story, The Burrowers opens with an unflinching look at racial violence in the Old West. The director takes time to weave a tale of mysterious disappearances on the frontier, which are initially thought to be the work of Native Americans. The true culprits are not human at all, but that only becomes clear after men have shown themselves capable of inflicting their own horrors.
Well-paced, shot and acted, this movie suffers from two tragic flaws. First, the dialogue was very poorly mixed, and most characters sound as if they're mumbling. If one could make out much of conversation, the second problem might be explained. And that is the ending, which makes no sense at all. It's as if it were written for another movie altogether, and it's the only reason I can't give this otherwise great movie a better rating.
Well-paced, shot and acted, this movie suffers from two tragic flaws. First, the dialogue was very poorly mixed, and most characters sound as if they're mumbling. If one could make out much of conversation, the second problem might be explained. And that is the ending, which makes no sense at all. It's as if it were written for another movie altogether, and it's the only reason I can't give this otherwise great movie a better rating.