Imagine you’re watching one of the best westerns you’ve ever seen, with a compelling askance view of the myth of the American west, along with a terrifically nuanced and sympathetic depiction of a Native American. And imagine someone else in the room is doing some of the worst guitar noodling you’ve ever heard over the top of the entire movie.

I’m not a huge fan of Neil Young but honestly, this made me like him even less.

(I realise this is not going to be a popular opinion.)