This is a very silly movie. Forest ranger /fire tower chick with hyoooge tits goes up against a recently-released, crabby, poorly-defined American Indian demon. I hung on hoping she would take off her shirt. No such luck. Occasionally the film changes over to a chick flick about dealing with survivor's guilt, complete with your basic Lilith Fair soundtrack. Then heads roll some more.
Not even for a rental. Not even for Netflix streaming.
"That rifle on the wall of the labourer's cottage or working class flat is the symbol of democracy.
It is our job to see that it stays there." - George Orwell