This movie’s about Ruth and Bob, a fictional and extremely laconic Bonnie and Clyde. Plain names it’s got in spades, plainspoken words too. Plain, albeit a bit precious, e.g. the title: Ain’t Them Bodies Saints
Is that a question? No, it’s a Sundance sponsored project that comes up mostly aces for writer-director David Lowery. Can’t have too many Davids, I always say. This one’s a welcome addition to the cinema.
However, his film is a bit too stately. He actually uses cello music for a story set in Texas. Now I love the large upright violin, but it’s a serious instrument for when a film needs heaviness. Beware the heaviness.
Nonetheless, Casey Affleck delivers a perfect performance as a looney outlaw who just loves him his wife and their little girl. Damn. Casey ain’t got big Ben’s brawn, but he’s got lean skills. Mad lean skills.
Sundance has a critical success on their hands with Ain’t Them Bodies Saints. So does David Lowery, first for getting Redford’s crew to produce his film, then for creating an award-worthy movie.
Casey Affleck has become an actor of rare distinction, intensely interesting if not especially charismatic. One suspects he’d get more notice if his big brother weren’t Ben Affleck.
In any case, his performance here ranks up with the perfect one he delivered in Gone Baby Gone.
Rooney Mara matches up well with him as a Texas girl who knows how to protect what’s hers. Is Mara specializing in girls who play with fire?
Supporters
Three thoughts:
Robustly sordid.
Circumstantially surreal, albeit modest in terms of the physical and biological.