Rosewood is one of those rare movies that is beautifully set, rich and believable in time, place, and culture, yet painful for those exact same reasons.
Lots of quick-witted bad guys say lots of cool bad guy stuff during lots of innovative bad-guys-foil-good-guys-traps in which lots of stuff gets blown up.
As with any mixed bag of nuts, some are savory, some are bitter, some are almost candy sweet, and a handful can be swallowed without really noticing any taste.
Anderson loves each of his characters for all their flaws and failings, letting them put themselves through the wringer but always welcoming them home.
This should have been just a madcap, goofy, directed-by-Carl-Reiner sort of comedy. They threw in gratuitous violence, bad hair, bad skin, and bad singing.