The name isn't Buddy. It's Durant. Robert G. Durant.
An indigenous, postapocalyptic riff on MIDNIGHT SPECIAL, with the two stars of THE BODY REMEMBERS WHEN THE WORLD BROKE OPEN reuniting as members of a group of Canadian freedom fighters sneaking through barren woods and bombed-out cityscapes and waging war with a totalitarian regime and drones that are somehow kinda sentient. Some potent scenes and interesting ideas, and Tailfeathers is really good in the lead. Plus I love movies that linger on shots of broken-down neighborhoods and urban desolation. But…
Near the end. The dishes have been cleared away and all the hell that’s gonna break loose has already broken. Jenkins is too drunk to drive. Schumer says she’ll call an Uber. She steps off camera. We’re still looking at the dinner table. Jenkins and Houdyshell each pass through the frame briefly, both looking pitiful for different reasons. We hear dishes clanking. Schumer, still off camera, murmurs into the phone to the Uber driver. She pauses, sighs a little, and we hear her say “our holiday’s winding down but it’s going okay, thank you.” Pauses again, just for a second, then adds “how about yours?”
I’m the oldest person in my department at work which means that I’ll occasionally get hit with Old Guy Questions. just the other day one of the whippersnappers I work with said to me “jeez you’ve been married for almost twennnnnty yeeeeeears! that’s almost as long as I’ve been aliiiiiiive! what’s your secret?”
I always play the aw-shucks card when I get asked questions like that but as we all know the secret to a good, healthy marriage is knowing…