Ben Kingsley is so much more enjoyable when he's not portraying icons of history and hagiography, and the creative minds of the patriot have brought forth another beautiful visual poem for the soulful seeker bored by laugh tracks snd phoned in performance or the overly dramatic.
Others have said its Dave Lynch and Coen Brothrs mashup, but it could just as easily be said Jim Jarmusch and Wim Wenders, other wunderkin of the golden age of independent cinema-the 1980's, both in the use of landscapes, and the spare yet vivid dialogue and character development.
These productions seem gather artists like moths to a flame to ingender wonderful performances with both the gang from patriot and other great character actors gifted at their craft with integrity work. It's got an unapologetic punk vibe, not caught up in nonsense of the moment but rather the absurdity, horrific and humorous, of essential human struggles in the world of hard knock reality, beyond what humans paper over with consumer driven lifestyles and spiritual gimmicks.
Glad to see a McPoyle thrive.
I've also found some new musicians to appreciate, including Ben Kingsley.