This story, parboiled out of one of the most memorable Westerns, is supported all the way by Gil's directing.
Shepard's crusty charisma gives this dignified genre effort its pulse: a growl-off between his Butch and Jeff Bridges's Rooster Cogburn is surely the next chapter.
It ain't Paul Newman and Robert Redford, but it ain't bad.
In place of a rousing adventure, "Blackthorn" is a haunting ode.
Although Shepard is perfectly cast as a world-weary outlaw reluctantly drawn into one more adventure, the movie doesn't quite justify the resuscitation of classic film characters for another outing.
"Blackthorn" feels less like a proper sequel to "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," which it purports to be, than a coattail rider.
A different kind of Western - somber, reflective and set in the elevated plains and salt flats of Bolivia.
The filmmakers didn't have a lot of options. In some ways the new picture feels like a boxed-in replay.
Each frame is a crystalline jaw-dropper that places the smallish actions of men within a vast canvas of lush jungle, lunar salt flats, Andean snow, and desert sand. The result is a pretty good movie that almost looks better than it needs to.