"Sorrow is nothing but worn out joy."
the churches near the gas station, rusty bridges paving the way over an endless chasm of river beneath, so much green you feel like you could be happy never seeing that color again; kelly reichardt films the pacific northwest against the backdrop of a disappointing, bittersweet, all too real situation so perfectly, it's like certain memories of mine as a 10 year old were lifted directly and put on a film splicer. composed in such a way that every speck of grain feels planned and nothing is left to chance, and it's almost as intoxicating watching the film as much as watching a film made by somebody who so clearly knows what shes doing, how much of a grasp she has on what to film and when, where, and how to film it. better than people.