Take note of this name, and
look for her films – ChloĆ© Zhao. She
grew up in Beijing , but was educated in the West, high school in London and LA, then Mt. Holyoke College and NYU film school.
But her restless cosmopolitan energy found its focus on South Dakota ’s Pine Ridge Reservation, where she has made two
films in a unique blend of documentary and narrative. I went into The Rider (MC-92,
NFX) not knowing what to expect, based strictly on a Metacritic rating that
placed it among the best films of 2018 to date.
Not knowing what to expect is the best way to approach the film, as you
have to continuously interrogate what you are seeing. Is this real?
How did they get that shot? What
is intimate access, and what is staging?
So I recommend watching the DVD extras after the film, for some answers
and orientation. I’m not going to give
anything away, except to say that Brady Jandreau plays (superbly) Brady
Blackburn, who like him has sustained a head injury while rodeo riding. His sister and father play his sister and
father, in a seamless blend of script and improvisation. Brady is a master of training wild horses,
and his duets with various equines are masterpieces of inter-species
communication, reminiscent of the great horse-whisperer documentary Buck. Ms. Zhao and her film-school-classmate
cinematographer Joshua James Richards have a marvelous feel for landscape and
light, mixing light and dark in mood as well.
A latter-day cowboy story set in Western twilight, The Rider is
deeply beautiful, deeply truthful, and deeply affecting.
The same crew in the same
setting, with the same method and some of the same performers, earlier made Songs
My Brothers Taught Me (2016, MC-63, NFX), which made for a promising
debut, but The Rider is the complete fulfillment of that promise.
Another late addition,
falling under this rubric, is Wind River
(MC-73, NFX), set on the Wyoming
reservation of the title. After success
with the screenplays of Sicario and Hell or High Water, Taylor
Sheridan gets to direct his own script for the first time, and does a decent
job, aided by a superlative performance from Jeremy Renner, and good support all
round. But that’s the problem right
there, why does a film set on a Native American reservation center on a white
man? And on the green FBI agent played
rather implausibly by Elizabeth Olsen?
And then there’s my confirmed distaste for any more movies involving the
rape and murder of young women. But
Renner (along with the snowy high-country landscapes) makes the film
continuously watchable; he’s a wildlife service hunter who’s enlisted to help
solve human rather than lupine predation.
Some aspects of the sociology of the rez come through, but the
Tarantino-like thriller tropes distract rather than enhance.