An undercover Western by Walter Hill, with Vietnam vets doing duty as old-time cattle rustlers, train robbers, renegade Apaches, or whatever, and a white-suited drug kingpin standing in for the self-anointed south-of-the-border generalissimo, or neo-Confederate diehard, or United Indian Nations messiah. For all the heavy technologizing of the Western, what with the helicopter and the bunny-rabbit bomb and the High Spy surveillance devices and whatnot, the basic iconography of the genre is never obscured. And the Code of the West, as upheld by an incorruptible and unsmiling Texas Ranger, is never violated. Needless to add, none of this will count for anything with anyone who has no faith in this particular sort of ritual. Sidewinders and lily livers, take warning. With Nick Nolte, Powers Boothe, Rip Torn, and Maria Conchita Alonso. (1987) — Duncan Shepherd
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