I nodded off halfway through director Kevin Costner's ambitious three-hour cowboy opera Horizon: An American Saga—Chapter One and the good news is, when I woke up, I had barely missed anything: the wagons were still on the trail, the scalp hunters were still on the hunt, and a reluctant gunfighter, played by Costner at maximum “aw shucks,’ was still on the run after blowing away a bad hombre.
The Wild West is America's most durable myth, and the horrors endured by our ancestors still haunt the dreams of, well, Kevin Costner.
This is not a great American western, but it's pretty good. Horizon’s the work of an Oscar winner at his most sentimental, pouring $38 million of his own money into bringing old Hollywood back -- big emotions, big stories, big pictures. Costner's opus stars a sturdy cast of character actors and more than one handsome fella and purdy lady.