A story you’ve seen before, but Wise and RKO house cinematographer Musuraca make it rich in atmosphere. Plus, Mitchum is just the fucking man.
Kelly Reichardt is one of the most distinct voices in the cacophony of contemporary American cinema, one in tune with the splendid rhythms and devastating vicissitudes of everyday American life, no matter the period. Her virtues are the old ones— character, performance, texture, and composition (her eye is as strong as anybody’s) and this is as good as she’s ever been.
“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray…