"Beer for My Horses" doesn't attempt to rise far above it's title. It's amusing comedy made for lovers of big trucks, big guns, and country music stars. Though the plot manages to stay intact, it's really more about who and what you're watching than it is about what you're learning.Though Keith makes some attempts at affection and dismay, most of the other characters stay in their boxes. Hard-headed sheriff, wise-cracking sidekick, and sneering villain. But what it lacks in innovation it makes up for in silly humor and fairly well-staged action.Honestly, if you're one of those "won't watch it unless it questions life itself" viewers, you won't like this. Which isn't surprising because you probably don't like much of anything.On a lazy Friday night with a six pack of beer, you'll probably be just fine laughing at the low-brow humor of this movie.

No wonder the horses needed beer and men whiskey. Save your hard earned dollars and don't buy this. The jokes are forced, the tale tall and limp and the acting, well, what were you thinking at the time, Toby? It's a big quote, but I'll make it -- this is one of the worst movies I've ever seen. The problem with this is the too quick need to cash in on the moderate success of Broken Bridges. In that movie, Keith shone as an actor -- sensitive and likable, with a story that warmed the heart and kept the viewer interest glued. But this movie proves that maybe, and I hope I'm wrong,Keith is a one movie star. It was bad. Everything about it had a smell -- just like the fat dog in the cast, who endears viewers by farting. Pleeeeassssse!Toby Keith can do better. Then again, maybe he should been a cowboy.

I have no earthly idea what "Beer for My Horses" is supposed to be or whom it's supposed to appeal to, but it does have one of the most unusual casts I've seen in ages. Rock and country music stars Toby Keith, Willie Nelson, Mel Tillis, Ted Nugent, Mac Davis and David Allen Coe join up with actual, honest-to-God actors like Tom Skerrit and Claire Forlani in a film derived from Keith's hit country song of the same name.In fact, Keith co-wrote, directed and plays the lead in this tale of an Oklahoma sheriff whose girlfriend is kidnapped after he and his men arrest the brother of a nefarious Mexican drug lord for stealing fertilizer, apparently a key ingredient in meth production (who knew?). Soon, the law enforcer and his posse are headed south-of-the-border to rescue the girl.Keith has thrown just about everything he can think of into the mix: small-town buffoonery, race-tinged melodrama, low-keyed romance, a troupe of circus performers, a flatulent bulldog, and more scowling Mexicans than you can shake a sombrero at. Somehow it's all supposed to go together, but even the most accomplished filmmaker would have trouble making it all work. Still, it's so homespun, scruffy and amiable that criticizing it too harshly would be like kicking the family mutt.

I read on the message boards the following line: "For the love of god, how did an angel like Claire Forlani end up in hell?" And I think that sums up my thoughts on this film.So, you give Rodney Carrington and Toby Keith the power to write a movie, named after a Toby Keith song, and directed by a guy who has done some Garth Brooks music videos. Throw in Willie Nelson, an arrow-launching Ted Nugent and David Allan Coe. I just don't know what to think anymore.The movie is absolutely stupid, and you may enjoy that if you need to turn off your brain or you've already seen every episode of "Bridezilla". I don't know what the political message here is... I'm sure it's convoluted and stupid, though, since that's what happens the second you associate with Nugent (a fine musician, an idiot otherwise).