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Saturday, January 1, 2011

Pale Rider (1985)


A western by Clint Eastwood.
A preacher arrives in a gold mining town and helps the people there so much that it seems they can't live without him.
Normally westerns get good reviews, but this one was a pointless piece of shit. All of the characters experience trauma, but overcome it with the help of the nameless stranger. The women fall in love with him. Nothing else happens. The only good part was when the stranger hits a hired thug in the nuts with a sledgehammer. At the end I found myself questioning why this film was ever made. I'm rating it bad for being pointless.

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