Wind River Review

Half way throw watching this film my sister turned to me and said; “Is it freezing in here or is it just the snow?”. Now I, too was feeling chilly to the marrow of my bones but less to do with the snowy visuals and more to do with the relentlessly somber atmosphere of the film. I would go as far as to say I left with frost bite of the soul.
I have heard it said that the desolate portrayal of this story was perhaps daring and effective but as an audience member I felt stretched to my limits without moments of relief. The beautiful wide shots of snowy Wyoming where reminding me that I’d rather be watching an arctic episode of Planet Earth, at least our David Attenborough actually annunciates. One big issue I found with this film was that I couldn't understand what the characters where saying! The audio quality just wasn't sharp enough but even when I was understanding I found the conversations about grief too over-laboured. I think if the film had established some contrasting scenes with moments of comedy or warmth then I would have felt more emotionally invested in the film during the tragic moments.
I don't understand why the film was presenting as a murder mystery because in reality the reveal at the end felt like a presentation of the information we already new from the start.
I wouldn’t recommend this however if you consider yourself an unstoppable force then for heavens sake bring sheep lined slippers and a flask because you are in for a chilly 107 minutes.