Andrew Wyatt’s review published on Letterboxd :
There would be no eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see his funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.
God, I need to see this again.
Probably the greatest literary adaptation of the 21st century so far. Absolutely nails the novel’s ravishing, melancholy lyricism and elevates it to something sublime through images and music. In other words, pure cinema magic.