When worlds collide
IF YOU’RE going to smoosh together two genres for fun and profit, smoosh wisely.
For here we have conclusive proof the classic western and wildly improvised science-fiction genres just don’t mix.
Cowboys & Aliens is such a dire debacle no one will dare try the combo ever again.
During this production’s lengthy genesis, it was rumoured in excess of a dozen screenwriters took a shot at adapting Scott Rosenberg’s wellregarded graphic novel. ( Six scribes scored a final writing credit.)
Little wonder, then, that Cowboys & Aliens is tonally off throughout. Director Jon Favreau keeps hacking away at dull clumps of plotting that just will not break down in an orderly fashion.
Every so often he panics and desperately stirs up an action sequence to buy himself some more time. To no avail.
An A-list cast flounders as a result of direct exposure to this D-grade material.
Daniel Craig ( pictured) plays an ex-outlaw who has declared war on the slimy space monsters that killed his wife for organ-harvesting purposes. He is joined by a doddery-looking
Harrison Ford ( inset) as a land baron who recently lost his good-fer-nuthin’ son ( Paul Dano) in similar circumstances.
Olivia Wilde slinks about in the interests of supplying some 19th century eye candy.
Overall, a dull, overblown and forgettable farrago.