Not even bad in a good way

As somebody who had not heard any of this before, it became a curious phenomenon to sit and watch a film and slowly have the realities begin to click into place.

Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

A movie that not only functions as a solid scarefest but a razor-sharp satire.

They gallop around in their paddock. Not much else registered with me. I didn't identify with any of the characters. Nor, it seems, does anyone else. There was a fat, ugly, sheriff-type mayor, crooked-like man, probably corrupt, who was clearly the bad guy. At the end he had an improbable race, riding a horse, with the slender heroine riding another horse. She had made no impact on me at all, but she won the race. It was no surprise. Then the bad guy seemed to turn into a good guy, after all. The setting was pleasantly rural. The horses played their parts well. Can't think of a good reason for watching it. Harmless. Stockwell had a very strange little beard.