Big Kill is the name of a silver mining boom town in Arizona. Jim Andrews of Philadelphia (Christoph Sanders) is on his way there to meet his brother Grant (K.C. Clyde) who owns the town saloon, "The Easy Lady." He ends up traveling with two rascals Travis (Clint Hummel) and Jake (Scott Martin) who have a propensity for trouble.

When they get to town, no one seems to know his brother and it is not booming. There are some shady dealings going on.

I am judging this is supposed to be a spoof. The opening fonts and soundtrack would indicate this as well as the frequent killings and showdowns. The film had good characters and plot, it just fell short of a good parody, such as "The Ballad of Buster Scruggs." Danny Trejo had a small role. Got to love the name "Felicia Stiletto."

Guide: Caught one F-word. Brief sex and nudity.

Westerns appearing on Netflix seem to catch a bad rap and by reading some of the reviews here, this was no exception. I'm in the camp of those that feel 'there's never been a Western I didn't like', so for me this one was entertaining enough, even though there are elements that defy credibility. Like the signpost at the entrance to Big Kill stating Population 8700 - really? Where would they have put them all? And how about when the bad guys hung the Mayor (K.C. Clyde) in the middle of the day, but no one knew about it until darkness settled on the town. Both of those examples just mystified me.

But even so, I got a kick out of this sagebrush yarn with it's Butch and Sundance camaraderie between Jake Logan (Scott Martin) and Travis Parker (Clint Hummel). Their dialog injected a good amount of humor into the story, while taking a greenhorn tenderfoot under their wing who was eager to reunite with a brother after a long absence. Which by the way, that brother, the Mayor, didn't seem to be known by his own name in the town of Big Kill, another strange anomaly that wasn't accounted for.

Perhaps the oddest part of the story was who was actually running the town of Big Kill. By all outward appearances that would have been the Preacher (Jason Patric) and his principal henchman, Johnny Kane (Lou Diamond Phillips). So when Mayor Grant Andrews had the temerity to fire the Preacher, it didn't require a genius to figure out he was going to epitomize the next big kill. What follows is the inevitable showdown between the Preacher's bunch and the questionable good guys, with Jim Andrews (Christoph Sanders) providing the needed grit to face down the thugs. That quick draw by Jake to take down the Preacher was so fast you couldn't even see it, so forget about a replay, you're just wasting your time. Which by my reckoning was another one of those anomalies that kept popping up in the picture. Those things just had a way of piling up.

Fun and Engaging Modern Western.

Manages to Mingle a Menagerie of Moments from the Long History of the Genre with Heart-Felt Fan Appeal.

Hoping that the Audience will Hop on Board and Enjoy the Ride.

The Reaction has been Mixed.

The Current Metacritic Score is 4.2.

Down and Dirty Fans of the Western seem to Like it.

The Westerns from the Past Blow in and Out of the Movie Like Tumbleweed.

You Notice then it's Gone. But Other Fleeting Visitors will Show-Up.

This is Part of the Charm.

None of it is Heavy-Handed.

Just an Inducement to Pay Attention while the Plot Unfolds with some Originality.

While Writer-Director-Star, Scott Martin has some Chops of His Own.

When the Two Lead Characters, Gamblers, are Playing Cards and the Camera Slowly Creeps in for an Over the Shoulder Peek, You Hear...

"7's?... No......Go Fish"

It's a Laugh Out Loud Moment that Appears at a Time when the Movie is Flatly an Unambiguous Stating...

"Having Fun Yet?"

That is the Point where You make a Personal Decision to Follow Along or Not.

It's an Underrated New Western that has been Coming in a Slow-Wave.

Testing the Temperature of the Masses to See if the Western Genre is Infectious Again.

Smart and Artistically Fulfilling.

Definitely Worth a Watch.