The title tells you the what but not the why. Or even the how. Those two questions are key to the heart of Andrew Dominik’s moving, expansive, brutal and beautiful western. This is a ’70s movie in all but the year it was made, a film that will sit alongside the likes of McCabe & Mrs Miller and Terrence Malick’s CV in the cinematic corral reserved for “elegiac” and “lyrical”. Certainly, it’s won’t be to everyone’s taste. Slow, poetic, impressionistic, epic, meandering; even its director says it has a story but no real plot. Harking back to a bygone era, it’s awash with melancholy and ennui, love and betrayal, obsession and paranoia and arrives like manna from movie heaven.
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