C'mon, with the Baby Boomers aging, we should see more movies like this!
A lovely, no-makeup with lines-in-her-face Dale Dickey quietly shines as Faye, a 60ish woman camping at Colorado's Miramonte Reservoir, expecting a guy she liked from the distant past to show up at any time.
The chemistry between Faye and Lito (Wes Studi) is delightful, as they resume a conversation as if it left off days earlier. They eat cage-caught crayfish, share a beer and ice-cream cones, swim, canoe, and sing on double guitar before sharing a warm kiss.
I read that Max Walker-Silverman had Ms. Dickey in mind in writing his first feature-length film, and she could not be more right in the role of a widow who lives unapologetically while belying a little stress over her looks.
The storyline could not be simpler, but it defies expectations. I'm a little older than Ms. Dickey, and I was rooting for a happy ending, yet my knowledge of life weighed against it. "I can't," says Lito, and Faye doesn't fight it. Instead, she helps him to pack up.
Shot in an almost painterly way, against a hard-scabble background of the rural West, with quiet sensitivity to wildlife and the stars, this is one beautiful film. My deepest congratulations to the young director, who is way wise beyond his years.
A lovely, no-makeup with lines-in-her-face Dale Dickey quietly shines as Faye, a 60ish woman camping at Colorado's Miramonte Reservoir, expecting a guy she liked from the distant past to show up at any time.
The chemistry between Faye and Lito (Wes Studi) is delightful, as they resume a conversation as if it left off days earlier. They eat cage-caught crayfish, share a beer and ice-cream cones, swim, canoe, and sing on double guitar before sharing a warm kiss.
I read that Max Walker-Silverman had Ms. Dickey in mind in writing his first feature-length film, and she could not be more right in the role of a widow who lives unapologetically while belying a little stress over her looks.
The storyline could not be simpler, but it defies expectations. I'm a little older than Ms. Dickey, and I was rooting for a happy ending, yet my knowledge of life weighed against it. "I can't," says Lito, and Faye doesn't fight it. Instead, she helps him to pack up.
Shot in an almost painterly way, against a hard-scabble background of the rural West, with quiet sensitivity to wildlife and the stars, this is one beautiful film. My deepest congratulations to the young director, who is way wise beyond his years.