The neighbourhood, in family with bill rahn, indian annecdotes and fairytails or simply loves the appalachian wilderness then you will not find this almost 2 hour action-mystery-drama, consisting of far too much monolouges and thinktankthought sherlock mystery cracking with the help of one native woman that considers white men as the worst of its kind, the white man being the cool ultra american lucky luke that while cleaning up and mustering around his diseased fathers belongings, comes over a treasure map where gold is the isthmus of it all.
Having to fight his way through the wilderness, being bullied by chew tobacco spitting georgian rednecks that forgot the sunfactor lotion while moonshining by the nearest creek, who also knows about the oro legend, makes the race and sets the tone for the movie, written by, produced by, acted by, directed by edited by ...in other words yet another homemade bankrupted filmproject... signed and commited by bill rahn (ran is the norwegian word for robbery...) so consider your time of life left to live, its not worth my time and again, there aint too many flaws, and the music is nice country style, it is just too far streched and the plot is boring, not much indian johnas here thinks the grumpy old man. Not worth a re-view.
