This gritty, sweaty
western looks like it was shot somewhere on the endless arid plains under the
great open sky of the American West. But think South—way South. Good For Nothing was filmed entirely and convincingly in New
Zealand. Its story plays out
over a vast, lonely landscape, where its characters are often shown as mere
specks crossing vast, empty reaches. The panoramic views evoke the romance of
the West at the same time they transport you back in time, in a way that many
Hollywood westerns fail to achieve.
The visual and
dramatic styles are sharply and precisely realistic. This is a West where men
are surly and whiskery, seldom speak, and do not bathe. Long stretches of the
film pass without a word of dialogue. Meanwhile, it tells a story in which
western movie conventions abound—the lone rider, a smoky saloon, a woman in
peril, a pursuit on horseback, gunplay and shootouts. The soundtrack
reverberates with oversized western movie music.
The hero of the film
(Cohen Holloway) would be a plausible stand-in for one of Clint Eastwood’s
laconic heroes. Fast and lethal with a gun, he doesn’t crack a smile, and eyes
everything with suspicious scrutiny.
He is the iconic paladin roaming the West alone. But as chance would
have it, he currently has company. Along for the ride is an English girl (Inge Rademeyer)
he has taken hostage after an explosive gunfight in a saloon.
And we soon learn
that he has, alas, an unexpected flaw that provides the comic thread that runs
through the film. That being his futile attempts to find a doctor who will cure
a bad case of erectile dysfunction. What’s amazing is that this particular
detail does not render him any less a man. It is a perplexing and desolate
sorrow that accounts in part for his usually grim demeanor.



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