Last Man Standing is such a desperately cheerless film, so dry and laconic and wrung out, that you wonder if the filmmakers ever thought that in any way it could be... fun.

In "Yojimbo" and "A Fistful of Dollars," it feels like Sanjuro and the Man With No Name are respectively plotting as they go. This is just reverential cosplay, handsome and expensive but cosplay all the same.

A stylized slog.

...a watchable yet entirely forgettable actioner that never becomes as gripping or engrossing as one might’ve anticipated...