Review of Red Right Hand

When co-directors Ian & Eshom Nelms write their own films they're good, like "Fatman" or the excellent "Small Town Crime". They're not so good when a co-writer's involved, like "Waffle Street". And when someone else writes what they direct, as debutant Jonathan Easley did with abysmal actioner "Red Right Hand", it is DIRE. Thanks to his sister's idiot drunk widow Scott Haze, reformed rural hood Orlando Bloom falls back under the debt of local crime-lord Andie MacDowell... and ridiculous, cartoonish, gratuitous, pointless garbage ensues (involving the likes of Garret Dillahunt & Haze's teen daughter Chapel Oaks). Why did The Nelms' take SUCH a backwards step?