Tombstone fucking shreds.
I had forgotten how fantastic this movie was. I'm impressed by every single aspect of it.
The quintessential and most rightfully honored Dad Movie. Impotent rage swelling into fantastic catharsis. The rage of Wyatt Earp is righteous, beautiful, and held for the perfect amount of time.
Endlessly quotable, and secretly responsible for far more of my lexicon than I'm willing to admit.
Wide shots track the bustling swell of Tombstone and the fertive crowds within the saloons, while closer angles allow this once in a generation cast to perform to their fullest.
Quite literally the only drawback of this otherwise perfect movie, this fantastic piece of cinema, is that you never get to see a bullet put through the head of Ike Clanton, who is in fact the most despicable, craven, bloated, stupid, and miserable son of a bitch in all of fiction.
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