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No giddyup: Cowboys & Aliens

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Cowboys & Aliens (PG-13)

Carmike 10, Chapel Hills 15, Cinemark 16, Hollywood Interquest, Tinseltown

Once in a while, even the most tried and true narrative formula needs repackaging for retail-friendliness. Or so it must seem at least to those bottom-line minders who cut checks to Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford.

So let's do this: a thing and another thing ... but not the other thing you expect! And the thing is cool, and the other thing is differently cool, enough to convey a vibe of maybe just being plum crazy enough to work.

This being a delicate art, it'll involve some trial and error. Like so. Spaghetti and meatballs: Classic. Spaghetti and glass shards: No thank you! Spaghetti and Gummi bears: Keep talking ...

And before we know it we're in the Old West, but with invading extraterrestrials. Cowboys & Aliens may sound conceptually obvious, but in fact it is obvious in every other way, too. For instance, Craig and Ford don't play the aliens. And if this is not exactly what you expect from director Jon Favreau and an original movie-ready property by comic book industrialist Scott Mitchell Rosenberg, it must be because you're not sure who those guys are anyway, and no matter.

If anything could redeem this, it would be the sense of a kid gathering all his random toys together, non sequiturs be damned, into one sincerely urgent, internally logical superstory. What Cowboys & Aliens lacks, aside from the better execution we've already seen more than once in Pixar's Toy Story franchise (not to mention Ford's own frolic with Gene Wilder in The Frisco Kid some 30-odd years ago), is an attitude of abandon.

The cheerfully winking genre enthusiasm Favreau brought to such fun romps as Elf and the first Iron Man is not readily apparent here. Cowboys & Aliens feels like a perfunctory, mercantile exercise — sagging misshapenly under the weight of its way too many producer and writer credits, which include some big shots whose demands may well have simply worn Favreau down.

Neither homage nor satire, it's more like a brainstormed shorthand checklist of plot points and payoffs. The loner hero (Craig) with no past, and no fear. The crusty rival-cum-ally (Ford). The irksome whelp (Paul Dano) on whom the hero puts a beating, to comic effect. The hero surrounded: by thugs, by Apache, by aliens. The surprise rescue(s) just when all seems lost. The warrior honor bullshit. The creature all up in your business, with body parts within its body parts. The uncertain but timely weapons proficiency. The boy and his dog. The manly speech. The humbling. The vision quest. The woman (Abigail Spencer) who gets to make out with Daniel Craig. The other woman (Olivia Wilde) who does likewise. On it goes.

Sam Rockwell brings some less contrived humanity to his tagalong supporting part as a docile shopkeeper, but that only prompts the question of what he's even doing here to begin with. Some scenes begin promisingly but most just tend to stall out. We're invited to do the legwork ourselves, but not at all required to, so it's doubly insulting.

If you're sick of cowboy cliches, Favreau seems to be saying, just wait for the space-invader cliches. If you're sick of those, it'll be over soon.

scene@csindy.com

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Cowboys & Aliens

Official Site: www.cowboysandaliensmovie.com

Director: Jon Favreau

Writer: Roberto Orci, Alex Kurtzman, Damon Lindelof, Mark Fergus and Hawk Ostby

Producer: Brian Grazer, Ron Howard, Alex Kurtzman, Roberto Orci and Scott Mitchell Rosenberg

Cast: Daniel Craig, Harrison Ford, Olivia Wilde, Sam Rockwell, Adam Beach, Paul Dano and Noah Ringer

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