Mr Cool, sometimes known as The Boy, and who TWC occasionally refers to as Moby Grape (he has penchant for purple) loves a good Western and Appaloosa fit the bill nicely. Jake built us a dandy fire, brewed himself some tea, and we settled in for a couple of hours with Mrs TWC's hang-on-the-wall TV.
The girls passed, invoking the chick flick rule. They missed a pretty good movie, too. Good cast, decent plot continuity, and all the divine retribution any red blooded American male could ask for. Plus, Aragon's way-cool Eight Gage double barrel shotgun. Boy howdy, that's gotta kick.
Jeremy Irons was fab as the bad guy. Jake told me he wanted one of those Winchester 1873 saddle guns. Ed Harris is, well, he's Ed Harris. Hadn't a clue it was Renée Zellweger. And Aragon Eight Gage was perfect as the implacable sidekick. Looked like it may have been filmed in Mescal, Arizona. If you like a Western, you'll like the movie. On a scale of 10, it gets 8.2.
Minor Quibbles: Nobody used the Eff Word in 1882. They didn't say not so much, neither. That's Jon Stewart's job. Or was. We never know why or how the Widow French ends up in the mythical town of Appaloosa with a buck in her pocket.
For parents: Typical violence you'd expect from a western. Not a lot of obvious carnage. No splattered internal oragans or brain cells. Some swearing. A little implied roll in the hay (morning after, everybody's dressed). One long distance shot of Renee Zelwegger's naked back side (probably a stunt double) that lasted about ten seconds. Just long enough to realize she warn't wearing no clothes.
TWC was not uncomfortable watching the movie with a twelve year old boy.