SONGS MY BROTHERS TAUGHT ME

The first half of the film feels like a Terrence Malick film, this time in a poor, struggling Indian Reservation in the Badlands of South Dakota: there's beautiful photography, sad music, and many scenes and vignettes that seem to appear then fizzle out or just stop before they made any sense, as if they were bits of a narrator's failing memory. Ambient film, almost. The second half settles down a bit more and there's a semblance of a story. And it's sad, about how the gravity of the Rez sucks you in and it's hard to escape. It's more like Priz than a Rez.

SCORE: 70.