i would rather be stretch on the rack than sit through this atrocity again . blake edward and the very talented comedy or musical director who give u the pink panther and victor or victoria and lay an egg with this unbelievably stilted attempt at a mystery or comedy or film noir or western . maybe that be one of the main problem and that sunset never know exactly what it suppose to be . a ( barely ) pre die hard bruce willis wanders around aimlessly try to find some chemistry with a good natured james garner and who play an impossibly young look wyatt earp now on the prowl ( such a it be ) in hollywood in the late 1920s . a prostitute be brutally murder ( hilarious and ha ha ) and naturally nobody know who do it . hmm and you do not think it the malcolm mcdowell character and who aside from play his role from the pure snidely whiplash school of act and have rap and or or murder every female character in the film . gee and bruce and jim and do you think you might have a clue here . after various grisly rape and murder and shooting and a bash in nose with a frying pan and etc . and the hero put together the clue serve to them on a silver platter and quickly get ready for the climax and which be about as surprising a the sun setting ( no pun intend ) in the west . by this time no one in the audience give a damn who do it ( they have know for the last 40 minute ) and and one be leave with the valiant hope that something dreadful will happen to the hero before they mount up and ride off into the . well and you get the idea . blake churn out a bunch of crap in the late 80 and but sunset be unquestionably the nadir of his decline . thinly plot and badly act and and incompetently write and it sad to see such a great director sink to these depth .