It's good, but Sicario is a lot better. And it's themes and style are so similar, it's like someone else was trying to recreate the next Sicario. But it was the same writer, just sort of plagiarizing himself. It's still really good standing by itself, but when you compare the two, this one loses some points. Kind of hoping this writer turned director has more tricks up his sleeve.
The Native American women issue is a devastating issue that I've never even heard of. Wind River uses a murder story in the frozen setting of Wyoming to showcase the byproducts of a forgotten society left to fend for themselves. There's a bit of a white savior/white devil element at play here, but the film is just so well written and shot with a beautiful ruggedness to it.
Refreshing to find Native characters with complexity, albeit male only. Women actors were restricted to one scene each: grieving/hardened mother, grieving/hardened grandmother, wistful lover-turned assault victim. Greene, Birmingham, Renner made good on their material. Olsen confused me the whole time, with the perfect mascara’d eyes and Kardashian inflection to every line..purposeful humor/lightening the bleak? 2.5
Less ambitious than Hell or High Water, but Sheridan's got chops. His movie plays like a dirty B-Western and has an assured no-nonsense quality to the filmmaking. Still, as an update on that genre it feels like an awkward representational regression: it highlights the contemporary plight of Native Americans and features a female CIA agent, but ends with everyone saved by a white man more native than the Natives.
Wind River est un film justicier convenu, lent et ennuyeux. Les grands espaces, les réserves indiennes et les moto-neige ne suffisent pas à créer de l'originalité. Le duo de flic, avec le tueur taiseux qui porte son drame et la jeune flic nunuche, embaument leurs clichés. La réalisation molle et le scénario qui tient sur une feuille de cigarette sans une once de surprise finit par achever l'ensemble.
Loved the screenplay, setting, and the mood. This modern western takes you on a trip to the hearts of people that are stronger than steel, but whose lives are entrenched in personal tragedies, which makes it a surprisingly humane story about sacrifice, vengeance and survival.
Here's this film's glaring problem: it's a misogynistic white male revenge fantasy disrespectful to Native Americans. A drug addicted teenager is lectured by the white hero on his bad life choices. A grieving father is lectured by the white male hero on how to survive. A young Native American woman's rape is brutal, disgusting, exploitative. I'm bitterly disappointed. Native Americans should be rightfully pissed off.