The movie never made up it's mind, was unable to lead you anywhere. It would try for cute semi-comedy, then gritty realism. The dog was good, a perfect example of the flaws - introduced as a loyal simple fierce protector, then used for fluffy squeezes, finally reduced to dog tricks wrapping itself up in a blanket. And in a series of odd black and white flashbacks meant to plumb the depths of Ethan Hawkes tortured soul, nobody had the heart to tell the director they didn't have flashlights in the 1870s. A mess of a movie, wasting an abundance of talent.