No matter how hard McElwee looks through the camera, the answer simply isn’t there.       

It has an appealing Jewish neshama (soul) that peeks out from under the surface of an uneven but often funny story.

The film’s perspective is crystal clear, but it does not equate its values with impenetrable solutions.

There’s a gift in witnessing a crew that realizes the power of seeing themselves and their stories on-screen. 

It doesn’t quite fire on all cylinders, but when the bone-dumb gags fly this gleefully, it’s hard to care overmuch.

A tough, grisly Western that overplays the grisliness a little too often for its own good.

A thin but dazzling exercise in Neo-noir style, with knockout lead performances