This was really well-acted. Sometimes the script was a little sparse, and Christian Bale could have done with a little more charisma to match Russell Crowe’s, but it was really well put together.

The standout, for me, was Ben Foster, who plays (for lack of a better word) Crowe’s second-in-command; he’s gleefully horrible and commands the screen in every frame he’s in. Also, he has a pretty snazzy jacket.

I’m not usually a massive fan of Westerns (they’re drawn out a little too long; they repeat the same ideas over and over) but here there were a few moments of experimentation that kept things thrumming along - the moral ambiguity of Crowe’s character was far more fascinating than any man with no name. Likewise, seeing Bale struggle with his conscience is fascinating.

The guns in this are quite something.