This is my favorite 80s cult action fantasy noir western guilty pleasure film of all time.
The dialogue is the worst. Willem Dafoe looks like a deranged cartoon character. Michael Pare is a rugged outlaw that talks like Sylvester Stallone. Bill Paxton has a rat's nest on his head. It looks like it was filmed on a cheap backlot. I don't know where the hell Rick Moranis came from.
But damn if all of this crazy shit mashed up doesn't create one hell of an unforgettable mood. The magic of Walter Hill I suppose.