As someone who has gone on record about being rather
lukewarm with both the Coen brothers and the entire Western genre, this review
is going to prove a little tricky. Doubly so because we’re dealing with an
anthology film, the kind of fare that doesn’t exactly lend itself well to
cohesion. There’s gonna be duds, there’s gonna be winners, and even then,
that’s if you’re lucky; most of the time, it’s a collection of middling stories
that wouldn’t be able to warrant a separate release, much less stand on their
own alongside each other. Well, with all three ducks lined up in a row, I am
thankful to report that this turns out good. Like, really damn good.