John Carroll Lynch directs Harry Dean Stanton, David Lynch and Ron Livingston in this indie where an ageing eccentric faces up to dying of mere old age in a desert town.

A mood piece akin to forgotten bums hang out gems like Trees Lounge, Factotum or Two Lane Blacktop. There’s more than little of David Lynch’s The Straight Story in there too. And Paris, Texas. Hell, that’s a lot of good movies echoed. A skeletal Harry Dean Stanton looks down the barrell of death’s gun, shrugs, goes about his day, being eccentric, meeting eccentrics and getting on with it. It is a nothing movie that has significant stuff to get off its chest while it rambles over some lovely imagery of character actors sharing scenes and a dusty town bustling with energy.

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