S. Craig Zahler

Despite a reputation as an open minded viewer willing to watch cinema of all genres, I have a confession to make: I struggle with Westerns, with many widely acclaimed masterpieces leaving me cold for no easily discernible reason. As much as I love Sergio Leone and many recently made “revisionist Westerns”, how the cornerstones of the genre (the majority of which are directed by John Ford) earned their classic status is unfathomable to me.

IMDb describes Bone Tomahawk as a horror western in which four men set out to rescue captives from cannibalistic cave dwellers. Honestly, it looks fun enough with Matthew Fox’s character shooting anyone that even tries to talk to their group. Then there’s that “cannibal” trying to stick a large bone down Kurt Russell’s mouth.