More angry men on horseback having fun with guns and beating each other to a pulp in the picturesque fields of Montana. But this is a noble, ritualistic type of beating, couched in the form of a “lesson” – if the cowboys are caught fighting, they’re made to fight until they’re all tuckered out. But it never really quite takes and the fighting just keeps going on and on. The violence and the stern lectures are all in aid of turning the men into real men – not weakling boys. And they need to be real men because there’s a hell of a lot of murdering to do; the resulting corpses are conveniently tipped over a cliff on a lonely mountain road with misleading signage. Welcome to Wyoming is the last thing you see before oblivion, cowboy style. It’s all very humourless and nasty – Macbeth without the poetry, which really just renders it relentlessly grim. Another season of expensive and elaborate gun advertising, but I guess guns are big business and worth advertising in style. I can’t look away because its ethos and mood match the world right now. Wish it wasn’t so.