
***“a bunch of movie‑mad young French boys had taken a banal American crime novel and translated the poetry that they had read between the lines”***

i’ve watched the first hour of this movie about a year ago, in october or november, I couldn’t remember, and now I’ve watched the entire second hour, finishing this night’s terror of finally finishing this unfinished movie but seriously, i’ve missed liking westerns, back in the day i would always play cowboys and outlaws, particularly *the magnificent seven*, like an all time ambition to make a western movie about hired guns protecting a village from a bandit (the script is still on the way) I’m surprised the girl didn’t sing ‘flashlight’ when she got kidnapped **4/5**, my favorite line of all time that I couldn’t use in my yearbook (probably): *throw up your hands, you son of a bitch~yeehaw*


