In the Coen brothers' brilliant new film The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, an existential Western told in six unrelated chapters, the cowboy cliches pile up quickly, like the film's body count.
A gunslinger, a bank robber, a prospector, a trapper, a gal in search of a good man all commingle with so many other saddle-worn tropes of the oater genre — the hangin' tree, the saloon, the wagon train, the stagecoach and the ubiquitous, Westworld-style town that populates our collective imagination of the American West — that the film at first feels like a cartoon.
In fact, its first chapter, the shortest of the film's half-dozen vignettes, and the one that lends Ballad its title, is a kind of cowboy comic book.
Starring Tim Blake Nelson as the titular Buster, a travelling singer and gunslinger who dispatches those who cross him in spectacularly exaggerated style, this short take on the genre is both funny and morbid as heck, signalling the Coens' intention to chew on the theme of human mortality like a cowpoke nurses his chawin' tobacky.
That singular focus continues in the next instalment, in which James Franco plays a bank robber who has been sentenced to death by hanging. Depending on how you look at things, he's either the luckiest or unluckiest man in the world, as his execution goes (darkly) comically awry.