Seraphim Falls

You could say that Seraphim Falls, was no better than the typical Westerns of the 1950s and '60s--which I think underrates it. But those typical Westerns were pretty darn good, and so is Seraphim Falls.

This is an entertaining Western with some earnest ideas about forgiveness, redemption and the loss of innocents.

Neeson and Brosnan, along with the beautiful location photography from DP John Toll, keeps you involved even when Von Ancken's heavy-handed direction threatens to bog the proceedings down.

Neeson and Brosnan are supremely well-matched foils, though I do wish that the filmmaker, David Von Ancken, had lent his sparsely mythic tale just a twinge of something...new.

Seraphim Falls has decent pep in its step till the final 30 minutes, when it's finally revealed why Neeson's bounty hunter is after Brosnan's surly mountain man. The flashback finale and all that comes after (and keeps on comin') drags on so long even the leads look exhausted. Till then, it's yet another replay of "The Most Dangerous Game," and Brosnan and Neeson are game for it.

Before long, though, things take a turn from simplicity to sententiousness, then to surreal silliness, and finally to a mano-à-mano contest, on a parched desert floor, over which man gets the best close-ups.

A Western short on dialogue and long on pomposity, is little more than an extended chase scene down a snow-filled mountaintop to a desert floor.

The description says epic, but I wouldn't call it that. I would say it is worth a watch. The role Bronson plays is far from the Bond characters-which I liked. The storyline isn't that original but the backdrop of the Civil War makes it more intriguing.

Import review from rottentomato but totally forgot what this movie was about.

C’est ce pauvre vieux Brosnan contraint de tourner dans des téléfilms foireux pour la gamelle… mais un vieux, faut bien que ça mange ! presque aussi vieux, le grand Neeson est venu le rejoindre dans cette galère parce qu’il faut bien bouffer ou du moins s’occuper comme on peut… quitte à faire de la merde. Mais halte au « suspense »… insoutenable : ce western est à dormir debout et son scénar de nanar a été boulotté en quatrième vitesse par le réalisateur lui-même et un autre cave : bâclage à faire mourir de honte un stagiaire ou un étudiant défoncé au cannabis (pléonasme) ! Une pseudo-vengeance à la con qui se borne à une vague course-poursuite lénifiante qui n’en finit pas sans qu’on sache de quand ni de quoi il retourne au juste et de toute façon, on s’en branle… puisqu’on dort déjà ! tout est si convenu et déjà vu dans ce navet si ennuyeux et tellement navrant qu’on ne perd pas plus de temps à gâcher de l’avance rapide : balance-moi ça direct à la poubelle !