As John Candy's final film, this has got to be one of the greatest injustices in recent film history, surpassed only by Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers's dedication to Donald Pleasence. Wagons East is a hundred odd minutes of nonstop stupidity and boredom. When you're not visibly wincing at the inanity of it all, you're feeling awful for Candy's horse. Bad, bad, bad.