
Jane Got a Gun had a rocky road to the big screen. Original director Lynne Ramsay dropped out just before shooting began following a clash with the studio. Cinematographer Darius Khondji and star Jude Law walked off the film in solidarity with her. Michael Fassbender was originally cast in the Dan Frost part, but he left after clashing with Ramsay. Bradley Cooper was signed to replace Law, but then he was forced to quit due to scheduling conflicts. It would be nice if I could say that the finished product of all this turmoil turned out to be an unexpected masterpiece, but the results are as mediocre as its January release date would lead you to believe.
Natalie Portman stars as the Jane of the title. When the movie begins she's living in the butt end of the Old West with her husband and young daughter. Her peaceful life is shattered when her husband returns home one day filled with bullets and the news that the Bishop boys are on their way. The rest of the movie is told in two timelines. In one we see Jane and Dan (Edgerton), a former flame and neighbor of hers, preparing her farm for the impending attack by a gang of outlaws, and in the other we see in flashback just why the Bishops are tracking this couple down.
The film's biggest problem is its somber tone, which makes its 98 minute running time feel much longer. It's telling a serious story, but a little comic relief would have helped move the action along. This is an old fashioned western tale of revenge, but there's no joy to be found in any of it, even when the bad guys are getting their comeuppance. Granted, Jane goes through several life altering, troubling incidents, but this is a movie after all, and we, the audience, as well as Jane, deserve some sort of satisfaction. What comes here, comes at the end and it feels like a case of too little, too late.
Despite the many cast changes, it's still the film's stars that are the best things in it. Portman makes an effective Western heroine. She's beautiful, but in a believable way. This isn't a revisionist Western. She dresses appropriately and doesn't suddenly turn into a gunslinger. Edgerton is equally effective as the ex-boyfriend wearing his heart on his sleeve. McGregor brings a little slimy spark as the villain and if he'd been allowed to play it a bit more over the top he might have provided the missing fun, but in the end, he's just another stereotypical bad guy who doesn't know when to shut up and shoot.
With The Hateful Eight and The Revenant, and now this, the Western is almost having a mini-revival. However, if this is the best Hollywood can manage to do with the genre, I doubt it's a revival that will last long.



















