Blackthorn stars Sam Shephard at his most grizzled, and in some ways charming, as an old codger who finds Eduardo Noriega in the desert after he tries to steal his horse.. It takes most of the movie to figure out that this is a” let’s pretend that Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid weren’t really killed and went on to live a life” movie. And so there are flashbacks to Butch and Sundance and Etta with Sam Shephard playing a sort of older and wiser Butch Cassidy, who’s now changed his name to Blackthorn and is living happy in Bolivia and raising horses. He finds out that Etta, the woman that both he and Sundance loved, who bore what he assumes is his son, has died of tuberculosis and he is the father, so he’s going to go back to San Francisco and see the child, who’s now a grown man. So out in the desert, after selling his horses, he runs into another man who had tried to shoot him and take his horses because the man lost his own. The plot is very convoluted and I don’t want to give away any of the fun of the plot. It could move a little faster, but having said that, watching Sam Shephard sort of amble his way through a movie and sing his way through a tacky song playing an older but wiser Butch Cassidy is kind of a pleasure. Three stars.