Doc

A stab at the Doc Holliday/Wyatt Earp/OK Corral story which has pretensions towards 'stripping away the myth', but there are still the narrowed eyes, the staccato demands for whisky, and lines like 'One hand of five-card stud; my horse against your woman'. In return we have constant reminders of Doc's TB, and pregnant pauses which, in eschewing the tongue-in-cheek intensity of the Italian Westerns, are simply empty. The result is very downbeat, and ultimately fails to replace the excitement of total involvement in the myth with any deeper understanding of the real West.