It is the story of Jane Hammond who faces a different path in her life when her husband returns with a gunshot wound. Jane should ask her ex-lover to help save her injured husband and stay away from the gang.
Jane Got A Gun has the promise of a strong female leading Western; the by the numbers end result doesn't even barely eclipse the central trio's last time on screen.
O'Connor's movie is too sentimental and self-serious to add much of note to the mythos, but Portman embodies her character's grief no less movingly than her forebears.
A Western with potential for feminist table-turning and old-fashioned violence, "Jane Got a Gun" is a major letdown. Despite being co-produced by Portman, the movie sells her character short at nearly every turn.
Jane lacks a strong vision, doing justice to neither the camp potential of its title nor the sophistication of its structure. She's got a gun, all right, but it's shooting blanks.
As stripped-down, revisionist Westerns go, "Jane Got A Gun" may not have reinvented the wagon wheel, but it rolls out as a sturdy, well-crafted genre piece despite its rocky road to the screen.
This isn't a terrible movie; it certainly isn't the train wreck bomb of a release I've heard it described as. It just isn't anything great or especially engaging worth recommending.
