The trouble with Westerns (even with quasi-Westerns, as some of us found out) is that, sometimes, you actually understand them. You 'understand' that the protagonist will have many a brush with danger, each almost invariably a close shave (alas, the same cannot be said about his stubble); many a glad-eyed pretty lady who would gladly...; many a personal demon preying on his soul; and, finally, you 'understand' exactly how the film is going to end. However, what remains an eternal mystery that you will probably never 'understand' is why so many of us still watch them.