Like Old Joy, her previous effort, this was an exercise in minimalist filmmaking. Wendy is running to or from something...probably both. She has her dog and a car and she's headed for a better life in Alaska but this isn't her day. She loses both of them and we watch as she gradually
comes to realize that she's sinking to the bottom, without a net to catch her.
The film is easily supported by MW's performance who is on screen in every scene. She seems on the brink of collapse but has reserves of inner strength which carry her through, even after a deeply harrowing experience with a psycho in the park after dark.
This is what it's like to be out there struggling to survive, alone without friend in a cold, indifferent world. Not mainstream fare, this is the kind film I think of when I hear the term indie. Most welcome.
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