I will just pretend Will Oldham showed up at Lowery's doorstep, got drunk on a cheap beer and went on a rant that they built the whole movie around. Seriously though, a beautiful meditation on grief and time that could be pretty much perfect if not for that Oldham monologue.
It took me two whole days to stop thinking about the damn movie and actually write something about it. It's that good. Actually, I came to an realization that it very well might be Quentin Tarantino's best film (I revisited them all last year). Not my favorite of his, but the best. I don't think I will watch it again anytime soon, mostly because it's not the most rewatchable kind of movie. It's long, it's bleak, it's disturbing and it…