a tone poem about burden and responsibility and grace, how we surrender too much to higher powers - be them the bottle or the bible - and lose something of ourselves in the process.
a mightily fine one, too. especially coming from a director as young as this. it’s meandering and slow, and not in a way that’s 100% warranted, but Wendell Pierce absolutely scorches the screen.
the increasing trend in indie cinema to treat the rural south as a place where myth and material mingle in the soil, reality and poetry melding into something authentically unreal, is a wonderful thing indeed