AVClub: Seeing as the Western is going through a small but notable revival, it’s only logical that some total swill should come along, lest anyone get to thinking that the genre only ever produced interesting movies. And so, in rides Lawrence Roeck’s inane Diablo, boasting photogenic Canadian locations and a script that could pass for Donald Kaufman-esque parody. Casting Scott Eastwood—this generation’s answer to Chris Mitchum—as a Civil War veteran haunted by past misdeeds, Roeck aims for an homage to Eastwood Sr.’s revisionist Westerns (think The Outlaw Josey Wales, Unforgiven, etc.), but the result is pretentious and pointless. Directed to resemble rather than act, Eastwood comes across as stiff and unemotive, though Diablo doesn’t even have the sense to let its star get upstaged by the overqualified supporting cast, presumably because they would distract the audience from thinking about how he looks kind of like his father from certain angles.