A dud. The big team of writers pile up cheap violence, icky aliens, corny rustics, a ha-ha Mexican, a mystery woman reborn in a fire, a hummingbird, a boy and his dog, silly special effects, and a sense that both the Western and the sci-fi invasion genre are being buried together. Daniel Craig is quite a tough desperado, but how did that enemy ray-gun get attached to his wrist? Don’t ask (or, as the woman says, “Stop thinking”). The smoking brand on this cow butt, a new downward definition of “summer escapism,” is Harrison Ford. His cattle baron speaks as if trying to swallow his dentures, and when he seeks to inspire the kid by telling how he found manhood by slashing a guy’s throat, we realize the Western heritage is truly over. (2011) — David Elliott
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