"Ain't Them Bodies Saints" is a very beautiful film (especially because this writer entered this premiere screening expecting very little).
Cinema as poetry despite a hand clapped soundtrack (literally) that accompanied old pick up truck door slamming and Carradine's fatherly growling voice. Rooney's subtle mouth twisty gestures and Texas landscaped nuance makes this film a strange and immediate classic. And it feels, because it actually is, as long as any boring hard-to-find Russian novel.
bye.
