I found a film without sex or violence that moves an audience's soul as those tropes never could. Jockey is intensely character driven with an unlikely hero, Jackson (Clifton Collins Jr.), a middle-aged jockey whose glory days are behind him but who conveys the hope that more may yet be coming. What he has accumulated, however, are some dear associates like horse-trainer Ruth (Molly Parker), with a hint of love on both sides but mainly horse-business. They resemble carnival workers committed to roaming the range with working-class races and a freedom not to be seen again.
Writer-director Clint Bentley (son oof a jockey) and writer Greg Kwedar have created a manly and humble hero, with heroic touches, who faces the biggest race of all, middle age with its broken bones and mysterious aches and threats from younger, healthier bucks. The main annoyance is his putative son, Gabriel (Moises Arias), who requires an emotional connection Jackson is slow to adopt.
Yet, Jackson meets each challenge with an inner goodness to slowly enrich a life he might have forsaken. As he offers his seasoned riding boots to Gabriel, the sweetness of this aging rider is manifest.
No grand action intrudes the minimalist plot, just a slow regret for parts of life not lived but now renewed in small acts of kindness. After all, the action takes place at a track in Phoenix, where lenser Adolfo Veloso has caught the glowing sunsets as Arizona has every night, each an emblem of loss to be followed by a sunrise of rebirth.
You'll not see a more soothing, poignant, and reaffirming indie this year-quite the opposite of The Power of the Dog, but in a similar way artfully painting the inevitable changes of time. Nomadland better expresses what Jockey hopes to do: reaffirm human dignity and its hope for a better life.
Here is a blockbuster antidote that satisfies as only an intelligent minimalist work of art can because it's all about character.
