Goodness, could it get much worse? Every Western cliché intact, tepid, phoned-in performances at best by the leads, a simplistic story the writers couldn't keep in focus, ersatz "Western" music, hollow comedy that's out of step with the plot, costumes from Silly Costumes, Inc., what else? Could Mel Brooks have lifted the dance hall show for his movie "Blazing Saddles"? I thought this might be a celebration of the city of San Antonio, Texas, but it's just garbage, probably none of it filmed in San Antonio anyway. The first hour and a quarter are excruciatingly slow, but when the pace finally picks up, there's really nothing left to watch, except more clichés. A breathtakingly dull film.
Review of San Antonio
