More, maybe, than any other recent revisionist Westerns, like Bone Tomahawk or The Hateful Eight, In a Valley of Violence is built around interrogating the genre’s tried and true archetypes—its cinematic language even—rather than upholding, modernizing, or (in the case of Tarantino’s take) obliterating them out of existence.
Those expecting Bone Tomahawk , a formidable crossbreed phenom, will find themselves letdown by the absence of a pivot.
There are plenty of hybrids, too, though they usually lean more into one genre than the other, with Bone Tomahawk and the under-appreciated Survival Of The Dead being the rare examples to have an almost equal footing in both.
Check out last year’s sick, remarkable western Bone Tomahawk if you’re looking for a spicier meal.
Less purposeful than last year’s “Bone Tomahawk,” less mannered than “The Hateful Eight,” and less gruesome than either (a bit of a let-down when considering West’s credentials), “In a Valley of Violence” is a tepid pastiche that’s a touch too comfortable with its own lack of vision.