The Wild West cure

Sometimes I see a movie and there's a disability theme handled so poorly or a character portrayed so badly, that I just can't help but give it a name.

Last night I watched an Indie film called Dear Wendy, a quirky film about a youth who considers himself a loser until he develops an interest in guns. He forms a group of other 'losers' who each obtain a gun, which makes them feel less like losers. There's even a character with a disability in the group, who walks with crutches and leg braces after years of using a wheelchair. This, it is said, makes it less likely for his younger brother to be teased. (His brother is considered a 'loser' too.

And at the end of this film, there's a Western style showdown between the kids and cops. The kid with the crutches announces he wants to lead the way, goes out, gets shot in the leg and in one of the most unbelievable scenes I've ever watched, staggers down the street without his crutches exclaiming "Guys, I can walk! Look, I can walk" , is riddled with more bullets, falls and dies.

Being shot at is not a cure. At least not until now. Too bad this medical marvel didn't live so he could be studied.

I suppose this movie could be known as the "wild west cure".

Dramatic moment, that.