The fanfare is stirring nevertheless. It's life and death from the start -- or rather life staring death in the face. Death is going to win, but not even death knows how long it's going to take. Nobody, the Indian who tries and fails to dig a bullet out of Depp's William Blake (whom he takes for the reincarnation of the poet Depp's Blake has never heard of) speaks of "the white man who killed you"; "I'm not dead," Depp says. Nobody doesn't laugh. Young's guitar speaks for him, just as Nobody insists William Blake will now make his poetry with a gun.
-- The third of Greil Marcus' ten reasons why Neil Young's Dead Man soundtrack was the best music for the dog days of the 20th century (Salon, 1999).