But The Lone Ranger is fool’s gold on both counts.
In its promotion, the film promised to be movie on par with western classics and to make Tonto a more complex, central character than he’s ever been. We’re taken into a clumsy backstory of how Tonto and the Lone Ranger became unlikely compatriots to save the town from heart-eating outlaws, an insecure general, and a corrupt business man. He stops at a placard that reads, “The Noble Savage in his Natural Habitat” that is home to a kooky old man who claims to have known the boy’s idol, the legendary Lone Ranger.
The movie begins in a miserable-looking carnival in 1933, when an adorable masked cowboy kid walks into a tent promising glimpses into the Wild West. At one point in Disney’s new The Lone Ranger, Tonto turns to his companion and describes a massacre against his people, “The rivers ran red with blood.” Well, so will this review, because all I felt for a two hours and 29 minutes was anger.
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