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As soon as I saw the opening scene I thought where the heck did they film this, cause it sure wasn't Texas. When I dug further, I find out it's mostly shot in Canada using a bunch of yankee actors. Please can someone get all copies of this, put them in a garbage can, douse them with gasoline and toss in a match. I mean, really? They couldn't find a place in Texas to film in the thousands of acres of actual Southwest terrain in Texas. Some dope thought he could reproduce anything that looked anything like Texas in Canada? Have the morons that put this on even been to any part of Texas so that they could even imagine that there is an inch of Canada and Texas that look remotely alike.

First of all, Ransom Canyon, Texas is just outside of Lubbock, Texas, about 250 miles from the Hill Country. "The primary filming locations were in and around Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and Las Vegas, New Mexico. Additional locations included Bonanza Creek Ranch and Blame Her Ranch." This is like one of those lifetime movies and an obvious trope about a sad dad finding love and saving the ranch. I'm not sure why they had to film it in New Mexico, both Texas and NM have plenty of places to film this trope, I suspect there is a Red Blue reason. And New Mexico is where ALEC Baldwin shot and killed one of the crew while filming another western. Lots to think about, but all the stereotypes of Texas appear to be getting ticked. We stopped after a bit, not a fan but it might be ok for some.

This was sort of like watching a slow motion train wreck. It was awful, but somehow I kept watching, thinking this has got to get better. After all, Ricky Schroeder was doing a ok job, but then Peter Fonda came on the screen with some of the most wooden acting I think I've ever seen. Okay the good, the computer graphic dinosaur was pretty well done, except that it failed to eat the heroine, which I was hoping for. The steel cable zip line in a prehistoric rain forest was, what, an especially ludicrous touch. The natives, whom I assume were Canadian Aleuts hired for the job, well they grunted their lines well. I actually felt sorry for them having to act in this dog. The whole thing was an insult to Jules Verne who must have been groaning loudly from and rolling over in his grave. I kept hoping they'd get rid of Peter Fonda who was oh so badly reenacting Kipling's "The Man Who Would Be King". Que Rudyard Kipling also rolling over in his grave. It ended badly, very badly, not for the characters, but for the audience. Well that was a hour and a half the 300 people who've watched to the end will never get back. If you've read this far, you're probably one of those intrepid ones who, like me, are wondering why you're doing this to yourself.