A world-weary cowboy attempts to find redemption by teaching a boy what it means to be a good man.

Nobody has turned getting old into a project like Eastwood has, the weariness deepening while the swagger fades like a mirage, leaving him frailer, more exposed and more recognisably human. But still Clint, still the myth.

There's something touching about seeing the 91-year-old Eastwood in such a reflective mood.

The dialogue is so perfunctory, and its supporting actors deliver their lines with such soap opera-like ridiculousness it almost feels like a parody of modern Western films than a serious one.