What score do you give a movie that's unremittingly awful, but contains so much cliché, poor direction, continuity, writing, acting, etc, that it's actually hilarious? The Shooter makes Blazing Saddles look like The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford.
Story: Film director finds old silent film western script and decides to graft a sadistic Clint Eastwood vibe onto it.
So much to laugh at. There were so many reaction shots at one point, I expected the horses to get some, and one did. The hero's braces (US suspenders), that perform no function except to keep slipping off his shoulders. The hero's name, Michael Atherton, is the name of England's well-known (over here) cricket captain throughout the 1990's - it's as though Harry Potter had been called Wade Boggs. And his hat! A brim Katharine Hepburn would have balked at. And sorry, but he's way overweight! Looks like he's wearing five shirts and seven pairs of trousers (US pants).
The chief baddie, standing in the main street gasping in his totally hoarse baddie voice, "Can you hear me?". "No!" you will shout. The way they all slowly walk up to face each other during gunfights. Guy in gunfight falls off balcony - check. Guy in gunfight falls into horse trough - check. Six-shooters have 35-round capacity - check. Hero, due to hang the next morning, doesn't notice his cell door being unlocked while he's - sound asleep! Hero and heroine ride off into sunset - yep, they do.
The heroine rides off on the same spotty horse that appears under one of the baddie gang five minutes later. She keeps a bag with $10,000 dollars in it on her (bordello) bedroom table. The hero makes the most miraculous recovery from violent torture ever seen. I haven't scratched the surface. No, you have to see this film to believe it.
Story: Film director finds old silent film western script and decides to graft a sadistic Clint Eastwood vibe onto it.
So much to laugh at. There were so many reaction shots at one point, I expected the horses to get some, and one did. The hero's braces (US suspenders), that perform no function except to keep slipping off his shoulders. The hero's name, Michael Atherton, is the name of England's well-known (over here) cricket captain throughout the 1990's - it's as though Harry Potter had been called Wade Boggs. And his hat! A brim Katharine Hepburn would have balked at. And sorry, but he's way overweight! Looks like he's wearing five shirts and seven pairs of trousers (US pants).
The chief baddie, standing in the main street gasping in his totally hoarse baddie voice, "Can you hear me?". "No!" you will shout. The way they all slowly walk up to face each other during gunfights. Guy in gunfight falls off balcony - check. Guy in gunfight falls into horse trough - check. Six-shooters have 35-round capacity - check. Hero, due to hang the next morning, doesn't notice his cell door being unlocked while he's - sound asleep! Hero and heroine ride off into sunset - yep, they do.
The heroine rides off on the same spotty horse that appears under one of the baddie gang five minutes later. She keeps a bag with $10,000 dollars in it on her (bordello) bedroom table. The hero makes the most miraculous recovery from violent torture ever seen. I haven't scratched the surface. No, you have to see this film to believe it.