A deplorable attempt to add insight or emotion to the devastating events surrounding the Mountain Meadows Massacre; it paints its Mormons as surprisingly evil, bloodthirsty renegades and its Christians as holy innocents with rosy complexions; this is more anti-Mormon than anything, which is alright by me, but it has no motivation behind its facts and to add insult to injury incorporates a sugary-sweet romance between teenagers of each sect to add a painful romantic edge to the mayhem. Terence Stamp makes Brigham Young into a tyrannical enigma, Jon Voight is embarrassed to no end, and the teens overdo the charm, bloodlust and cliches to epic proportions. Surely a more accurate depiction could have been made, but it sacrifices believability and sympathy for common genre tactics. Hilari... |
Rating of 1/4 |