Stupendously cinematic for the age, a bounciful accolade of heroic bloodshed and a lovechild of different styles- Moody tragedy as the ammunition to John Woo breakneck spectacle and larger-than-life Lynchian existentialism. If not for the aged yet marvelously balanced gunfighting, the screenwriting was COOKED. It's still such a hypnotic oddysey thanks to McCaffrey (rest his soul) and Sam Lake's masterminding surfing on atmospherical coolness. Remedy peaked here.