What do you think she meant when she said “a huge black monster with giant claws”?
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