Perhaps it’s a warning against taking life too seriously. Or maybe it’s just about getting high, having sex and enjoying a good poem.
This film definitely has some big ideas about free will, higher powers, escapism and what it truly means to love someone, but the execution is certainly clunky.
The script tries to do too much, without giving anything the focus it would take to succeed. The film is at it’s best when it is a small-scale family drama, but falls apart when things go wider.
Jeff Nichols is quickly becoming one of my favorite writer/directors, as he seems to be a master of taking simple concepts and turning them into nearly perfect films.
It is an epic, triumphant tale about the importance of storytelling, memory and culture.
Luckily for Ron Woodruff, he refused to take his thirty-days-left-to-live diagnosis at face value, and managed to turn a death sentence into a life story.