Claustrophobic interiors, dialogue blunt, no humour, unevenly paced, suspect art direction ( the clumsy fencing around the al fresco lunch scene) and a failure to rack up tension a la Poetics of Aristotle. Women are relegated to a dependency on male preoccupations that negate family values, ie lawkeeping, honour, settling old scores, and the precarious lifestyle that goes with it.
The baddies look wild and roguish enough, but the continuity element of story telling does not yield here a tangible conflict of interests. We go uneasily from willow pattern teacups to close quarter gunplay without much of a build up. (Compare with "Open Range" where tea sets play a vital part in contrasting frontierness with civilisation.) There is an abruptness to the editing which sometimes doesnt make sense dramatically, for example, the courtroom scenes which have the character of inserts.
Its a shame the female leads have not much greater purpose than to be seen clinging to their menfolk. That, in an era where women were as adept as men in shooting skills, given the need for self defence, is the films biggest disappointment.