WIND RIVER (2017)
Directed by Taylor
Sheridan
Weinstein Company,
111 minutes, R (violence, rape, language)
★★★★ 1/2
Taylor Sheridan, who penned the Oscar-nominated script for Hell or High Water, is no stranger to
gritty drama set in wide-open spaces. In Wind
River he tries his hand at directing and serves up a first-rate murder
mystery set in the namesake mountain range and Indian reservation of central
Wyoming. It is an awe-inspiring setting, but of the variety that is equal parts
beautiful and terrifying. It takes a self-contained person to live amidst such
isolation, bone-jarring winters, and soul-sucking poverty—the kind that knows
how to suit up for subzero temperatures and dash across high altitudes in a
snowmobile.
Cory Lambert (Jeremy Renner) is a laconic U.S. Fish and
Wildlife official whose tracking, hunting, and wilderness skills make him a
modern-day mountain man. That handle also fits because he's not nearly as
adroit in people skills and has an Indian ex-wife named Wilma (Julia Jones) to
prove it. He tries to be a good dad to his young son, Casey, and a good
neighbor to everyone, but he's more the kind of guy you admire than love. We
suspect he's psychologically scarred, which ironically makes him one of the few
Anglos that local Indians and mixed bloods respect.
Wind River is
built around Lambert's discovery of the body of 18-year-old Natalie Hanson
(Kelsey Chow), the daughter of Martin (Gil Birmingham) and Annie, a
Native-American couple whom Lambert has known for years. It's clear from Natalie's
gashed forehead and bare feet that she has been murdered, but several
technicalities—including the 'official' cause of death and the part of the
mountain in which she was found—cloud the investigation. Is this a matter for
the tribal police—basically its chief, Ben (Graham Greene) and part-time
deputies—or the feds? Not even the FBI knows for sure, which is why they send a
single agent, Jane Banner (Elizabeth Olsen), and she's a Floridian by birth.
Basically Ben and Banner are left to sort it out and both know they will need Lambert
to aid them.
I mention this setup because, at this juncture, Wind River could have become a cookie
cutter film. You know the type—people from differing backgrounds cooperate,
learn to respect each other's differences, and beautiful relationships blossom.
The fact that none of this happens in Wild
River is among the things that makes it a really fine film instead of a
string of high-altitude, high-toned clichés. Another is that its characters
don't—if you will—break character and become snow-suited versions of Mr.
Rogers. There's stuff in the back-story that won't reduce to formula: the
(often warranted) distrust between locals and outsiders, the crushing despair
that can break those who lack purpose or opportunity, deep wounds that might
never heal, and the incompatible pulls between tradition and whatever the hell
modernity means in a place so remote.
Despite its grisly scenes and forays into violence, this is
a gorgeous film to watch. Sheridan uses Wyoming's grandeur to do far more than
provide a pretty frame. There is the palpable sense that people such as Cory,
Ben, Wilma, Martin, Annie, and others are close with their words because the
land reminds them of their ephemerality. In this sense, Renner's performance is
tone perfect, and Birmingham and Greene are just a half note behind. Olsen is
competent as FBI agent Banner, though l longed for an ineffable something that
I imagine a young Jodie Foster would have brought to the role. Truth be told,
the bad guys are presented with a heavy hand that plays out too much like a
Western, but Sheridan redeems himself with a memorable and satisfying vengeance
scene.
Perhaps the biggest rap against the film is that Sheridan
doesn't have a very good sense of timing. This film, like last year's Hell or High Water, hasn't gotten the
audience it deserves. Weinstein, the film's distributor, initially backed out
and then reconsidered. This pushed the film into summer release, a time in
which it's hard to gain traction amidst all the mindless
blockbuster-at-the-mall hype. Wind River
has garnered film festival accolades, but it's in limited theater release and
is easy to overlook. Don't make that mistake; this is one of the year's best
films.
Rob Weir
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