Kelly Reichardt’s directorial signature is one of total nuance, as demonstrated here in an eighty-minute film about losing a dog. As with her debut, much of what happens here is harvested from silences and gestures, but this isn’t a film in which anything, really, happens. It’s better described as a tone poem on the counterbalancing between the futility and necessity of hope.
by Rumsey Taylor | Source: DVD screener
05 Dec 2008 5:30 PM | Submit Comment
