Jane Got a Gun is being sold as a rousing feminist Western although the truth is that it’s about as rousing and feminist as my cat, Daphne, who is 17, and now barely moves but who, back in the day, made herself available to every passing Tom. So you don’t look at Daphne and think ‘rousing feminist’, just as you don’t come away from this film and think ‘rousing feminism’ — assuming you are minded to think anything at all, and haven’t just been bored to death.
Produced by Natalie Portman, who also stars, the film has had its troubles. The interesting art-house auteur Lynne Ramsay (We Need to Talk About Kevin, Ratcatcher) was meant to direct but on the first day of filming she failed to turn up, which was mightily inconsiderate, but perhaps she’d read the script by then. So Ramsay bolted, which caused Bradley Cooper to also bolt, who was, in any case, a replacement for Jude Law, who had previously bolted.
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