Sunset

Willis gets to wear the rhinestone suits and the made-to-measure role of self-regarding actor Tom Mix, legendary big-hat cowboy of silent screen oaters. It's 1929, and Mix is saddled with living-legend gunslinging marshal Wyatt Earp (Garner, a delight throughout), who is drafted in as Technical Advisor by the sadistic, manipulative studio boss (McDowell) to help Mix cope with the threat of the new talkies. From here on in, we're into a Tinseltown detective romp involving the murdered proprietress of the famous Candy Store, an array of vintage cars, in-jokes, and arcane and Kenneth Anger-ry allusions to the Golden Days of Hollywood. All complete nonsense, of course, with Willis grinning, prancing and tango-dancing himself into ridiculousness, while Garner upstages him with wit, mastery, drapes and ribbon tie. For a comedy, it rarely raises a laugh and soon runs out of steam; but for an hour, it's great entertainment.