Dutton Ranch raises one unavoidable question for anyone sitting down to watch it. Why bother?
The show arrives as a spinoff sequel to Taylor Sheridan’s Yellowstone, already a franchise that has been stretched considerably thin over the years. Behind the scenes, things were reportedly no smoother. Showrunner Chad Feehan walked away before production wrapped, publicly citing Sheridan’s interference as the reason. A show born out of that kind of internal conflict might at least have had an interesting chaos to it. Instead, audiences get something considerably less exciting than chaos. They get nothing much at all.
The story picks up with Rip Wheeler and Beth Dutton, Cole Hauser and Kelly Reilly, relocating from Montana to Texas after a fire burns their ranch to the ground in the very first episode. They show up in a new state with cattle, ambition, and an extraordinary gift for antagonising everyone around them almost immediately. The primary obstacle in their path is Beulah Jackson, played by Annette Bening, a woman who has the town completely sewn up, from the police to the politicians she funds without a second thought. Her son Rob-Will, played by Jai Courtney, is a volatile, cocaine-addled psychopath who kills someone before the opening credits have even finished. Rip takes his gun. His fingerprints are now on a murder weapon. Four episodes in, the show has done absolutely nothing with that detail.
That single fact speaks volumes about where Dutton Ranch is as a piece of television.
Seeing Annette Bening and Ed Harris working this hard inside material this thin is genuinely difficult to watch. Both actors bring everything they have to roles that simply do not deserve the effort. Bening gives Beulah a cool, steely authority that the rest of the show never matches. Harris as Everett, the town’s quietly perceptive veterinarian, is warm and grounded and completely wasted. Together they represent a level of craft that Dutton Ranch has done nothing to earn and very little to accommodate.
Kelly Reilly’s Beth has curdled somewhere along the way from Yellowstone to here. The character was always abrasive but there was something underneath it once. Now she reads as relentlessly, exhaustingly unpleasant with very little to justify the attitude. Cole Hauser as Rip is an even more puzzling presence. He fills the frame physically but the performance behind the sunglasses he never removes is difficult to read and not in any way that feels intentional or interesting.
The writing does the show no favours either. Dialogue arrives in the form of blunt platitudes that are dressed up to sound meaningful but evaporate almost immediately on contact. A subplot pairing Beulah’s granddaughter Oreana with Rip and Beth’s son Carter lifts the Capulet and Montague template so directly that it barely qualifies as inspiration. The tonal balance swings constantly between slow and jarring without ever settling into anything that feels purposeful. Religious imagery gets dropped in alongside a steady stream of expletives in a combination that suggests authenticity but delivers only noise.
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What ultimately makes Dutton Ranch such a difficult watch is not incompetence. It is indifference. The show does not appear to be interested in making audiences care about anyone on screen. Every major character operates somewhere on a spectrum between unpleasant and hollow. There is no warmth anywhere, no genuine tension, no one to root for or against with any real feeling. Watching deeply unlikeable people move through a gorgeous landscape and achieve very little turns out to be a remarkably efficient way to waste an hour of television. Dutton Ranch manages it episode after episode with something approaching consistency.
That, at least, is something.
