As far as movie goers go, I may be an exception, but I have a complete lack of romanticism with the American West. I understand the merit of older westerns, but nowadays, they tend to just seem dated. So I am not going to lie to you, I will tell everyone I went to see this because of the great reviews and Oscar noms. But the real reason is my massive crush on Chris Pine. But I digress.
I don’t think I have the words to express how fantastically dramatic this film is. Something about Jeff Bridges in a Texas desert just seems right. I’m also a sucker for a good screenplay and some risky robbery scenes, and right off the bat this film lets you know that is what you are in for.
While the beautiful shots and background characters rounded out story, the real center of the movie is the dissonance between the four main characters. The disparity between the two brothers and then also within the ranger duo, and then the conflict between the two pairs lead the audience to a crisis of conscience in regards to who we are rooting for.
This conflict comes to a head in a climactic third act that does not disappoint in pure west Texan gluttony that ended with my hands covering teary eyes. So if you like bank robberies, Chris Pine’s eyes, and dramatic scenes of cars being buried, you should check this out. 9/10