Tall tale about a quartet of Honty Tonk Harlots, as the wanted posters describe them, on the run from Pinkerton detectives while simultaneously in pursuit of the outlaw gang that made off with their $12,000 nest egg. (In pursuit, more poetically, more American Dreamily, of a clean start at an Oregon sawmill.) Not much is done to account for the women's handiness with firearms. And outside of the scars on Madeleine Stowe's back, the foursome are remarkably unmarked. A prettier, fresher, sunnier bunch of saloon girls (never mind gunslingers) you could never hope to find, even had you combed all the bordellos west of the Mississip and narrowed down to the five finalists of the Miss Easy Virtue 1890 beauty pageant. The hammy bad guys (James Russo, Robert Loggia) and the hypersensitive nice guys (Dermot Mulroney, James LeGros) are no better. For the viewer who can stay on constant alert, there are periodic doses of tipsy silliness: Drew Barrymore making like the Lone Ranger and chasing down a runaway buckboard, for example, or any number of Western laconisms spoken at a higher than usual pitch ("Cover me" -- Andie MacDowell; "Let's ride" -- Madeleine Stowe). But silliness is not what the movie is after. What it's after is equal opportunity, and it doesn't want to have to work too hard to get it. It wants it by decree. With Mary Stuart Masterson; directed by Jonathan Kaplan. (1994) — Duncan Shepherd