Niagara Gazette — The demented, film-closing action set-piece involves railway chaos. There’s finally a smattering of Gioachino Rossini’s “William Tell Overture,” the music long-associated with the Lone Ranger.
Every time you hear someone ask the Lone Ranger “what’s with the mask,” you realize that Depp and Verbinski and the Disney Company, whose vile failure of a movie this is, were never serious about their intentions. At times tedious, often frenzied for no reason, “The Lone Ranger” is a sick joke. Nasty, brutish, and hallucinatory.Michael Calleri reviews films for Night and Day. Contact him at email@example.com.