Two Plains & A Fancy

Dismiss its pleasures and layers, and you'll miss a strange and sometimes rewarding experience.

Two Plains & A Fancy rises above its shakiness largely on the strength of Horn and Kalman's humor: the non sequiturs, the well-timed throwaway lines, the simple-but-effective visual gags.

The mode of humor is close to cliquish anticomedy, and viewers not attuned to it may feel like there's a joke they're missing.

No verbal or written description can do justice to the film's best moments, which seamlessly render the absurd and sublime one and the same.

Two Plains & a Fancy is a cosmic joke forged on a Kickstarter budget. To paraphrase Jessica Rabbit, it made me laugh.

The movie is a comedy of sorts; its faithfulness to the tropes of the Western is realized, at first, in winks-but it soon turns breathtakingly serious without sacrificing its wit.

Two Plains is 90 minutes of mismatched blathering from agonizingly droll characters without a meaningful plot to back it up.

[A] gorgeous, laugh-out-loud psychedelic Western.

I've no doubt in trusting that Two Plains & A Fancy will find a niche audience - it has all the makings of a small-scale cult classic of sorts - but this uncategorisable farce is too scattershot and messy to come together as something enjoyable.