I expected a dark western. One where the trying to be civilized lawmen learn just how savage the wild west can be when all the rules are off the table.
I didn’t expect the hills have eyes wild west edition.
And neither did you, probably! Although Kurt Russell, starring in a horror film isn’t way outside his range, it’s always fun to see a pretty star filled cast do a moody-horror film.
In a small western town, Patrick Wilson’s wife is kidnapped in the night by unknown native raiders. Based on the evidence, a native “professor” declares them to be of a tribe so inbred and violent, no one would consider them anything but animals. The sheriff and a small posse of four set out to rescue her and maybe kill everyone who took her.
Bone Tomahawk is elevated by an astoundingly well-written script when it comes to dialogue. Delivered by seasoned professionals. Of particular note is Richard Jenkins, as a homely, not so smart, deputy sheriff. It really, truly tricks you into thinking that this is going to be a 3:10 to Yuma. And then the blood thirsty cannibals with weird bone whistles in their throats come out to play. Biiiiiig left turn.
As gross as it gets, and weird, I still enjoyed the film. Even if it went a little beyond my tastes for a western. But I warn all non-horror fans, it might not be for you.
2.5 out of 4 stars