In a town with no justice, there is only one law... Every man for himself.
Last Man Standing (1996) is an action movie with intense gunfights set in the Prohibition Era.
Synopsis: A gunman for hire, John Smith (Bruce Willis) stops at a ghost town called Jericho as he travels through Texas to Mexico. Jericho is run by two rival mafia gangs - the Italians, led by Strozzi (Ned Eisenberg) and the Irish, led by Doyle (David Patrick Kelly).
Both gangs have a truce but tensions still run high. Smith begins to seize the opportunity to play on both sides for money. However, he becomes too involved and the situation spirals out of control when everyone wants him dead for good.
Here's a verdict from the Internet: Last Man Standing is such a desperately cheerless film, so dry and laconic and wrung out, that you wonder if the filmmakers ever thought that in any way it could be... fun. It contains elements that are often found in entertainments - things like guns, gangs and spectacular displays of death - but here they crouch on the screen and growl at the audience. Even the movie's hero is bad company. The victory at the end is downbeat, and there is an indifference to it. This is such a sad, lonely movie.
The comment is pretty straightforward but it sums up the entire movie. In my opinion, the sole redeeming value of this movie is the presence of Bruce Willis as the hard-to-die Smith. Well, Christopher Walken as Hickey, one of Doyle's right-hand man, gives up quite a fight too.
If you want to watch some really intense, bullshit gunfights with style and charisma, you might like this movie.