Jonah Hex

Another review is ready for posting! I saw 'Jonah Hex' about a week ago with one of my friends; I went in without much hope, the reviews hadn't been good, and got exactly what I expected: not much.
Here's the review:

Jonah Hex
Josh Brolin, Megan Fox, John Malkovich, Michael Fassbender, Will Arnett

While watching ‘Jonah Hex’ one consistent thought runs through the viewer’s mind – ‘What the heck is going on?’
The film begins with narrative from Jonah Hex (Josh Brolin) about how tight he was with his best buddy during their military days, and how they thought they were doing the right thing; then, it seemed Jonah changed his values, and it appeared as though he turned on his friends from the South in the next confusing scene. Cut to Jonah tied to a big wooden ‘X’ outside his house. Through some dialogue we learn that his captors are his now-dead best friend’s father Quentin Turnbull (John Malkovich) and his band of ruffians. Looking to avenge his son’s death, which was apparently Jonah’s fault, Quentin has his lackey Burke (Michael Fassbender with a face tattoo) set fire to Jonah’s house with his wife and son trapped inside. After branding Hex with his initials, Turnbull leaves him on the ‘X’ to die, but Jonah is saved by a native medicine man days later. We then learn through more narrative and accompanying comic frames how Jonah hunts Turnbull until the chase ends unexpectedly when Quentin dies in a hotel fire; Hex then becomes a bounty hunter to satisfy his unfulfilled lust for blood. It also seems he can now talk to the dead thanks to his own near-death experience. Just barely into the movie we are already introduced to one-dimensional characters with no satisfactory background, very little personality, and clichéd revenge-fueled rage. Enter underwhelming minor parts from Megan Fox as a typical no-nonsense tough-girl love interest (who appears with no explanation for how she came into Hex’s life), and Will Arnett as a barely-seen military officer who needs Hex to hunt down Turnbull (who’s actually not dead, and has stolen a weapon capable of mass murder), and you’ve got more bland added to an already flavourless mix. And it doesn’t get much better.
Josh Brolin grits and shoots his way through the movie, trying his very best, and John Malkovich and Michael Fassbender add the only slight personality, but their performances just aren’t enough for redemption.
When you factor in choppy writing with a thin unifying thread, characters with little or no background and personality, and cram it together into a small hour and a half frame, the result is a messy, confusing film that fails to leave an impression.