I love a good western so much that I can even enjoy a fair to medium one. This one never rose to the lowest level. I also write for the stage so I recognize good writing. And directing. Let me list a few glaring shortcomings here: Writing. Directing. Sets. Make up. Costumes. Probably more. Everything seemed to be deficient. Perhaps the actors could have been good . . . but not when living with these problems. This production -for most involved- will probably be poisonous to their careers and for this I sympathize with them. One star. It goes downhill from there. During the credits at the end of "Justice", I noticed the names listed for the people in town and those who appeared as Army soldiers. It is entitled: TOWNSPEOPLE AND CALVERY. Suddenly I realized that my earlier, unflattering remarks were well deserved. Make it ½ star.

I kept my expectations low with this one and they were exceeded (and not in a good way). All I wanted was to be entertained and Justice failed to do even that. This film was a longest 1 hour and 32 minutes movie that I seen in recent memory. Like a trip to the oral surgeon, I couldn't wait for this to be over. I can forgive the movie for it's cliches, poor delivery and horrendous acting from most of the cast. But the lead actor Nathan Parsons was not only horrible, but most unconvincing and uncharismatic lead imaginable. He stunk it up worse than a 10 foot high pile of horse manure. Most of the cast was pretty bad and bland as well. The only actors that I recognized were Steven Lang( who was actually really good as the corrupt mayor) and Robert Carradine. Carradine didn't have enough screen time to make much of a difference to a film that is this bad. As a fan of westerns, I was expecting this to be easy to like and watch. Justice didn't check either of these boxes and if you haven't seen this movie, you are better suited watching something else.

Seven minutes into the film I knew the whole plot. Preacher gets killed by the bad guys who run the town while writing a letter to his brother. We then see a US Marshal riding into town. IT'S HIS BROTHER! Wow! Didn't see that coming or the school teacher he meets. Okay what I really didn't see coming was that the Marshal had the letter that got burned up in the fire the night his brother died. Toss in a phrase like Quantrill Raiders and a mayor who wears a top hat, has a cane, and walks around like Silas Barnaby and you have a pretty cliché filled tale. Some of the dialogue I liked, but it was far from carrying the film.

No swearing sex or nudity.