T, sorry to say, I HATED this movie! I hadn't read ANY reviews before seeing "The Lone Ranger" and was so looking forward to it. However, in my humble, non-professional opinion, this was absolutely the most ill-conceived rendition of a noble classic I've ever experienced - almost to the point of being blasphemous, if that term could apply a movie. I adored the Lone Ranger as a child of 10 and probably was in love with Jay Silverheels (Tonto) in my own little girl heart. As an only child, these two were my heroes and provided respite from lonely hours in front of a vacuum tube "TV set" all by myself on a Saturday morning. They represented, like Superman - "truth, justice..." and everything else honorable to me at the time. In black and white with only minimal, old-fashioned "special effects," the story lines stood by themselves - logical and engaging. The story line in the new "Lone Ranger" was...well, wait a minute, was there one? I can't remember.
The special effects in this miserable re-make were so over-the-top, so "too-far-east-is-west" that I was actually yawning at the train scene at the end - totally bored with the whatever improbable action might next take place. Movies are powerful when they have the ability to suspend your disbelief. You can't suspend your disbelief at the preposterous.
The museum scenes with the little boy were totally nonsensical to me and again, did nothing to make me forget I was in a theater watching a movie rather than being swept into whatever drama was supposed to be taking place on the screen.
The mixture of comedy with bloody violence (I had to close my eyes at the scene in the dessert) was totally unrepresentative of the original series. It made me sad and a bit angry. (If I had grandchildren, I doubt if I would be comfortable taking them just because of that scene alone.)
Just to be clear, I'm not one to post "remember when" pictures on Facebook looking back to the 50s with sickening nostalgia and I have a daughter, who is an actor, comedian, and screenwriter in Hollywood. But for filmmakers and writers Elliott, Rossio, and Haythe to have mixed this hodge-podge of nothingness together and impose it on talented actors was a travesty. (But I don't mean to mince words :)