Gabriella Nonino

Had to check the year this story supposedly takes place as it seemed some soft lit phantasy pastiche out of the 70's. A girl with blond bleached hair, perfect make up and pearly white dentist teeth wakes up to Indians slaughtering her family, which could be an interesting premise were it not from the fact that we are somewhere in gritty mid nineteen century. It's all downhill from there, from one absurdity to the next and is more broody teenage fan fiction than a western. There have been a lot of great western series made in the last few years, but this one ain't one of them.

There may be some scope in highlighting the eccentric world of private zoo keepers but making a serial animal abuser in to a viewing entertainment is wrong.

A Madame Tussauds wax cabinet production at large, with a disjointed direction, shoddy editing, and a script that should have gone missing in a galaxy far far away. A Mandalorian steel helmet has more expression than Ewan McGregor lobotomised acting and all the other paper thin characters do very little to add to the show. Not even the great Indira Varma can save this moribund mess and I just wish Darth Vader had obliterated everyone, including tiresome little Leia, during the first 10 minutes of episode one. But then we would not have the Star Wars as we know it, which is the only reason this bland, stale stew of a show was ever made.