Jake-the-Brick's monologue describing the natural world of his environs evokes those radio-host Chris on Northern Exposure.

Northern Exposure. Chris.

Open Range was the first movie I ever walked out on.

It's sentimental tripe, like most of Eastwood's directing oeuvre.

This review is peppered with inaccuracies and assumptions: that the car is prized, rather than its contents; that Rey is an imbecile (who speaks two languages), that the heavily armed soldiers are mercenaries, that the 'grandmother' isn't merely a nickname. And mischaracterizations: there are no firefights or…