Ain't Them Bodies Saints

Ain't Them Bodies Saints

Special Screening
Special One-Time Screening

“This was in Texas,” a title at the beginning of “Ain’t Them Bodies Saints” tells us, but we would most likely have figured that out before too long. We are in a land of courteous lawmen and soulful outlaws, skinny women in plain dresses and squinty-eyed killers in black hats. These folks ride around in battered pickup trucks and peek out through the screen doors of peeling clapboard farmhouses. Occasionally one of them will aim a rifle or a pistol in another’s direction. An older fellow says “howdy.” What other state could it be? The period setting of this moody, western-ish crime drama, written and directed by David Lowery, is a bit harder to place, though the shape of the cars and a briefly glimpsed television set suggest the late 1960s or early 1970s. Not that it matters much. We could just as easily be in the 1870s or the 1930s, since the themes of violence, honor and sacrifice are as unchanging as the big, cloud-swept sky. This is a landscape of archetypes, where individual stories take on a mythic, even metaphysical resonance. 

About the Film:

“This was in Texas,” a title at the beginning of “Ain’t Them Bodies Saints” tells us, but we would most likely have figured that out before too long. We are in a land of courteous lawmen and soulful outlaws, skinny women in plain dresses and squinty-eyed killers in black hats. These folks ride around in battered pickup trucks and peek out through the screen doors of peeling clapboard farmhouses. Occasionally one of them will aim a rifle or a pistol in another’s direction. An older fellow says “howdy.” What other state could it be? The period setting of this moody, western-ish crime drama, written and directed by David Lowery, is a bit harder to place, though the shape of the cars and a briefly glimpsed television set suggest the late 1960s or early 1970s. Not that it matters much. We could just as easily be in the 1870s or the 1930s, since the themes of violence, honor and sacrifice are as unchanging as the big, cloud-swept sky. This is a landscape of archetypes, where individual stories take on a mythic, even metaphysical resonance.