Michael Coy’s review published on Letterboxd:
My antidote to the faux-realism, and nihilistic contrivance of Lean on Pete. It’s a shame that both movies had to come out in the same year, but at least the contrast gives Lean on Pete some reason for existing (other than to make its audience feel like crap).
Rather than simply drowning its main character in a sea of tragedy, “Cause that’s life, man,” The Rider shows us a real situation where a real person suffered an immense tragedy, and faced it squarely. Rather than waiting for the filmmakers to kindly alleviate his suffering, he must figure out what to do next, and in some sense has to figure out what life is for.
This is why I go to the movies.