As a child, this SFist spent a portion of nearly every summer in our mother's hometown, Rock Springs, Wyoming. Perhaps because of this involuntary desert quality time, we've never really "gotten" Westerns -- to us, they seemed to have nothing in common with the quirky, arid, and occasionally desparing West we knew firsthand. However, Don't Come Knocking, director Wim Wenders' newest film (which opens today at the Embarcadero), freakin' NAILS the West, or at......