Merlin Miller’s unabashedly retrograde Western may please homevid viewers with a hankering for an old-fashioned, no-frills sagebrush saga, but handsomely photographed pic is mostly bland and isn’t likely to gallop into many megaplex corrals.
Mark Valley is slightly stiff but modestly engaging as an amnesiac who’s dumped from a train and left for dead in the wake of a payroll robbery. He’s nursed back to health by Joshua (Leon Coffee), a deeply religious ex-slave who believes in turning the other cheek, then throwing a right hook. Joshua dubs the stranger Jericho and tries to help him unlock the secret of his past. As they ride together, however, they uncover clues that indicate Jericho is a fugitive wanted for killing a sheriff. Coming off as a throwback to Saturday matinee fare — there’s even a bunch of very non-P.C. Mexican banditos — this filmed-in-Texas indie occasionally recalls the lesser star vehicles of Audie Murphy or Randolph Scott. But those guys usually worked with directors who knew a thing about pacing and montage.