Pretentious Hipster Western made by people whose only exposure to the...
genre was watching Jarmsuch's "Dead Man" a few times while stoned during college.
I did laugh at the "salt in the wound" scene but for the most part I found this forced and self-consciously artsy and obscure, and for the most part pointless and random with no real link to anything remotely accurate about the American West.
The New Zealander filmmakers know little at all about the American West and have absolutely no feel for the mood and themes of the Western genre of film. At least when the Italians re-invented the western they did so in a raw, honest and enthusiastic manner.
This is just another twist on the recent "Bleeding Cowboys" subgenre of unrealistic yet gritty gothic westerns. Absinthe drinking bounty hunters, a Congolese singing trio miles from nowhere in the wilderness, one of whom is in a wheelchair, a ruthless bounty hunter who adopts a naive lovestruck boy, a father and daughter on the run in the wild west for a manslaughter committed in Scotland, Australian Aborigine-like forest dwelling mud-smeared Indians in "Colorado". Everyone owning 1873 Colt Peacemakers in 1870...
Sure, whatever. If I made this film I would be embarrassed by it.