Sometimes depressing as hell, sometimes funny as hell, always superbly acted.
The assassination of JFK? Alien robots did it. Chernobyl? Alien robots did it. The O.J. Simpson murders? Alien robots. Creation of this movie? Alien robots. There are some funny set pieces not the least of which is the heroine running through the last forty minutes (one continuous scene) half the time in high heels, half the time in flats.
This documentary suggests that Buck was not only the brains behind the Horse Whisperer, but is also more interesting and "authentic" than Robert Redford.
Our thirteen-year-old, Jack, was okay with it, which leaves me somewhat chagrined. I found it god-awful in just about every way—dialog, story, sound effects, music, lighting, direction of Kevin James and Rosario Dawson—it made Rosario look pretty bad. Not my cup of monkey feces.