Second feature from Gass-Donnelly is a mixed affair. Pretty solid script with a top notch rare leading man performance by Peter Stormare. Cinematography by Brendan Steacy nicely captures the mennonite community of south western Ontario. The miscalculation here however is the "songs". Song score by Bruce Penisula just doesn't match the tone of the film and drives viewer to distraction whenever it appears.
A murder-mystery film that plays out in true Canadian fashion - unobtrusive and subtle. Although there is a violent rage brewing beneath Gass-Donnelly's indie gem, it manages to remain cool (almost to a fault). It was nice to see a crime story play out in Ontario, mostly because proud Canadians can grin at the insular comments and locations. In the end its a quirky, dark tale that should've been a little meatier.
This has everything that I hate in indie movies. The lazy skeleton of a story (never a compelling one), the absurd overuse of slo-mo to give the illusion of a personal touch (ha!). But the worst thing when watching this garbage (besides the squandering of good actors) is the omnipresent feeling that it has absolutely nothing to tell.
Low budget, independent Canadian mood piece, mixing the drudgery of small town provincial life with police murder procedural, religious hypocrisy, and haunting power folk ballads. The inclusion of the always welcome Peter Stormare (as a rage-a-hol, shlubby police chief obsessed with a murder, amongst other things) is one of the obvious nods to "Fargo", a lofty target, but not entirely unattainable.