The Last Rites Of Ransom Pride

The Last Rites Of Ransom Pride, It felt like a guilty pleasure watching the undeniably charismatic lead shoot her sultry and sexy way through assorted scuzzy reprobates, in this stylised take on the Western genre. The story involves an entertaining romp along the Mexican American border just after the turn of the last Century, in which early forms of mechanised transport duel with the traditional horsebacked cowboy depiction, and help to capture a changing age. The characters we are introduced to along the way (such as the dwarf/dying Siamese combo) help add to the slightly exotic, almost burlesque feel of the film. There is nothing particularly original here, and it felt like a definite case of ‘style over substance’; I thought the final product was slightly let down by some hard-to-hear dialogue, and I couldn’t decide if the jarring ‘electric shock’ flashbacks (or forwards) were too fast for me to keep up with, or just unnecessary. The casting department appeared to have raided the strange world of professional David Beckham lookalikes to fill the supporting role, and his transition from obedient daddy’s boy to moody, seasoned side-kick shooter was too sudden and implausible….but then these are minor gripes about a film that doesn’t profess much of a basis in historical reality, and is all the better for it.