If you're going to see it, take your earplugs. The cannons will leave your ears ringing. Seriously. I also found some of the scenes to be distractingly blurry, especially during long pans, but that may be the lousy screen I saw it on here.

Parts of it were pretty stinky (especially Dennis Quaid's moody-passing-for-tortured-and-thoughtful Sam Houston and Jason Patric--I really can't stand that guy-- as Jim Bowie whipping out his big knife to impress everybody every 5 minutes), but overall it wasn't the worst film I've seen... it's okay, I suppose. But Billy Bob makes the film for sure. And I DID like the fiddling. I never knew Davy Crockett was an accomplished fiddler and dancer before.