This story is the emotional equivalent of being set on fire, doused with icewater, poked with a needle, etc. It drives some emotion, but never with meaning or purpose. It is random sensations that never connect into a story that matters. There's no tale here.
People come, die, lock themselves in outhouses, garden naked, fall into love but you never know why. Then, with all the simple living, what seems to make things matter in the end is that a dead guy's painting sold for $150,000.
Drivel, pure drivel and nonsense.
The scenes of the high desert are gorgeous
So save the $$ and poke yourself with a needle, stick some ice down your shirt and go watch something meaningful on your DVD instead...
People come, die, lock themselves in outhouses, garden naked, fall into love but you never know why. Then, with all the simple living, what seems to make things matter in the end is that a dead guy's painting sold for $150,000.
Drivel, pure drivel and nonsense.
The scenes of the high desert are gorgeous
So save the $$ and poke yourself with a needle, stick some ice down your shirt and go watch something meaningful on your DVD instead...