“I’ll see you down the road.”
There’s at least one funeral in Chloé Zhao’s lyrical road trip, but that statement captures the quiet beauty on display.
People come, and people go, some drifting down the road out of necessity, and some out of something deep in their souls which won’t allow them to linger long.
Whether it’s a day or years, they’ll cross paths again. At least that’s their hope.
Surrounded by a cast of largely amateurs, Frances McDormand is the battered heart and soul of our journey.
The road heals, and it replenishes. And that’s all you can ask.