Wendy and Lucy

Stillness speaks volumes as Michelle Williams shows rather than tells the story of a woman -- and her dog -- in dire straits

It's possible to think of Kelly Reichardt's "Wendy and Lucy" as the anti-"Slumdog Millionaire." Where Danny Boyle's flashy fantasia offers economically depressed audiences a miraculous distraction from their daily woes, akin to the MGM musicals that flourished during the Great Depression, Reichardt's haunting, mournful film engages the texture of a life in which money and hope are equally thin on the ground.
Wendy (Michelle Williams) arrives in a rusted-out Northwest mill town with only a handful of possessions to her name: a 20-year-old Honda, a few hundred dollars and a yellow lab named Lucy, the only thing standing between her and solitude. [...]

di Sam Adams, articolo completo (2846 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The Los Angeles Times 12 dicembre 2008