Never mind all that, this is a journey of self-discovery, as Martin has some demons he's obviously trying to exorcise. He's got a granddaughter to atone with, a wife who's a bit distant, and a dead daughter, of course. By the end we've got a whopper of a secret in store, but still it's a little hard to swallow this Twenty Bucks-style road trip.
Coburn is always a treat to watch, but here he looks fatigued and sleepwalking through much of the performance. The few bright spots don't make up for the rest of the film, and the numerous plot holes certainly don't either. American Gun is designed -- desperately -- to be a weepy thinkpiece, but it ends up tugging so hard at the heartstrings that they threaten to break off. Coburn fans may find parts of the movie worthwhile (and as his last film, it's at least of historical interest), but on the whole American Gun is firing blanks.
Contactmusic.com: 2.5 / 5
Director: Alan Jacobs
Producer: Brent Morris
Screenwriter: Alan Jacobs