Wild Wild West was a load of old plop. It made no sense whatsoever.
There was another one that I remember seeing in my local arthouse cinema when I lived in central Europe (genuine arthouse, not using that as a euphemism for 'adult'!) - no idea now what it was called though.
There were subtitles, but not all that much dialogue anyway. It was mainly about all the exciting things that a creepy bloke did with his girlfriend - going on the boating lake, taking her back to his for dinner and for a relax in front of the TV etc.
She didn't object to joining in with any of his plans. Largely, I suppose, because she was dead when he'd met/found her on the bank of a canal and taken a shine to her.
It didn't help that the creepy man reminded me VERY much of my landlord, who was pleasant enough but almost exactly like the cleaner from Black Books (the one who strokes everything with his finger and exclaims "Dirty!!"). Also that I was the only person in the auditorium, which would have made it awkward to say the least to walk out.
I was on my own, didn't know many people and had seen all of the other films in their programme for that week (some more than once).
I can't honestly say that my life is now any the richer for having experienced that film.