The A.V. Club
S. Craig Zahler’s horror-Western hybrid Bone Tomahawk is a strange movie, one that might take more than one watch to fully understand. Not that it’s deliberately obscure, or has a plot too complicated to follow the first time around. It’s actually a pretty straightforward film, albeit one filled with eccentric choices: quirky Tarantino-esque monologues delivered in formal period speech; slow, rambling scenes punctuated with extreme gore; antagonists that could be read as racist caricatures, except the movie bends over backward to assure you they’re not; and, to cap it all off, an operatic theme song that lays out the plot, Gilligan’s Island-style.