Ain't Them Bodies Saints, a poetic
crime drama set in the 1970s and made very much in the style of seventies
romantic noir, is the second feature from writer/director David Lowery. To tell
his story of an outlaw that jumps jail to reunite with his wife and infant
daughter, Lowery utilizes distinctive seventies filmmaking techniques, like
shooting in widescreen 35mm with abundant use of shadows and the golden light
of sunset. The characters in his story say far more with long glances and
silent stretches of introspection than they do with dialogue. The spot-on cast
(Casey Affleck, Rooney Mara, Ben Foster and Rami Malek) all look and perform
like they just stepped out of a film by Terrence Malick, Bob Rafelson, Robert Altman or any of the other 70s
auteurs Lowery clearly wants to emulate.
Keith Carradine (iconic star of Altman’s Thieves Like Us) plays a
key role, making the picture feel even more like a film from forty years ago.
But Ain't Them Bodies Saints never rises above its homage-prone
style to become a film that stands on its own. Lowery has made a
self-consciously atmospheric tone poem but not an emotional drama or engaging
thriller. The individual techniques employed in the movie do not add up to a
satisfying end; it’s like eating all the ingredients of a cake that hasn’t been
baked yet. I certainly appreciate the intention and attempt made in Ain't
Them Bodies Saints, but I can’t call it a success.