When it’s over, where's the grit? This is a poor remake of John Wayne’s 1935 film of the same title. After his father is gunned down, John Mason (Christian Slater) is determined to find the killer, who is hiding among his most trusted friends. The emotional aspect is completely non-existent. Examples - when John’s father dies, he hardly shows any grief, and yet, he is determined to avenge his father’s death; and when Alice’s (Jill Hennessy) brother is taken to prison, she doesn't shed a tear, even though they are close siblings. The whole film is packaged wrong, beginning with the casting. Slater does not look like a weathered man on the run from the law. Hennessy does not look like a woman living through hard financial times. Donald Sutherland hardly passes for a fast shooting Pinkerton detective. Sutherland is in only a handful of scenes, which immediately tells me that he is cast for promotional purposes. Lousy story, flat acting, and lack of authenticity to the time period make Dawn Rider a major disappointment.